Daemon Love

You bathe
Clad in a shower of water
Surrounded by steam
The heat caressing you
With its cascading ecstasy
Flowing from you shoulders
Following your curves
Infusing you with warmth
Embracing you

Closing your eyes
You imagine my hands
Moving as this liquid heat
Tracing the lines of your form
As with precision
Your passion is raised

Sentient
This water moves with purpose
Holding you
Cupping
Flowing within
You tremble

With a start
You shake your head
Returning to the real
Trying to forget the imagined
Made real by your longing
You enfold yourself in a towel
Still moist beneath
For a while you sit
Reading my words

A gentle breeze caresses your neck
A glance shows the window is shut
With a shrug you return to reading

Soon
Only the words are real
As your eyes grow weary
All sense of reality fades
You seem to imagine me there
Gently helping you to bed
Wrapping you in your covers
Briefly your eyes open
You mumble thanks
But see no one

Snuggling deeper
Cocooned in your nest
You fall asleep

Drifting
Your mind pulls me back
That breeze
Warm and gentle
Plays across your neck
It teases
Stroking as if a hand

You feel my heat beside you
My taloned hand strokes your brow
As smiling
You recall my words
Printed sounds that calm your mind
You hear them now
Breathed into your ear

Words of violence and blood
Yet fragile and loving
Tales of abject humility
Lust

The words float to your neck
Fine hairs quivering
From the tantalising thought
Tongues of memory
Gently trace the ridges of your spine
As my harsher words
Full of invective
Slap against your thigh
You feel the sting
Reacting with a wince
Smiling with anticipation
As you feel the words sink into your flesh

You feel the weight of my words
They press down upon you
Their heat is a cold burn
You reach to grab at them
Holding them close
Taking them in
Deep they go
As gasping
Your quickened breathe
And ripe body adjust
Matching the cadence of the words

Their momentum pushes at you
Thrusting
Your body pushed into the mattress
Not in resistance
But in need
You push back
The words slam into you
Forcing you to claw at the covers
You seem to grab at flesh
Tearing it
The words come at you in a frenzy
You continue to take them in
Ravenous
Wanting
Needing their promise
Again you claw
Mewling
A final precise push
Then silence
A tumult of words a released
Gushing
Flooding through your being
An orgasm of meaning
As you
With a faultless tremor

Awaken

Spent you feel
Post coital
You wonder at the vivid dream
Giggle as you leak

Once more you shower
My imagined presence
It fades from your mind

Whilst I sit here
Tending my bloodied arm

© 2005, Mosquitobyte