Who's the Demon...of
My dreams ?
It haunts, my emotions.
Why,
do I have this emptiness, inside ?
And silent, are my words.
For
I hunger, for your taste.
Sweet lips.....
That were soft, and moist.
Wet, with lust.
And I heard, the .....growl,
in your throat.
As the beast roared.
Within
The night
Giajl © Jim Love