Sometimes I want to hold your hand and dry your tears when the pain feels too much to bear. To fold you into my wings and shield you from prying eyes. To rock you while you are shaking and purely be there to hear your screams. To be the chest your fists may pound. To dive into the darkness with you and guide you back.
Sometimes I want to rest my head on your soft bosom, feeling your slender fingers stroking my hair, being nurtured by you, soothed by you, enveloped by your heart. To nurse from your soul like a baby, to lose myself in your warmth, to recharge in your radiance so I may once again stand up and face the world.
Sometimes I want to tease you with words so sultry and steaming with passion that your body weeps with desire and your clothes stick to your skin. To force you to excuse yourself so you may release the obsession growing in your loins. To drive you insane with uncertainty and desire. To feel my lips quirk in a smug smile as your mind is racing and you mewl like a cat in heat.
Sometimes I want to explore your body, like a blind man seeing with his hands. To feel the sleek strands of your hair parting for my nose to draw your scent in, to feel the smooth softness of your breasts yield to my lips, to feel your very body open up and enfold my insistently probing fingers until they are lost to the world.
Sometimes I want to bury my face between your thighs, to coat my face with your juices, to have it invade my nostrils so I will smell you for hours afterwards. To lap your drooling cunt with long, languid strokes. To flick and tease your clit just before I bite down on it. To dip my fingers in your snatch and then reach up and let you lick them clean.
Sometimes I want to slam you into the wall, my breath ragged with desperate arousal, tearing holes in your clothes in impatience to get to the soft, tender skin underneath. To be consumed with need to feel your body surround me. To enter you everywhere at once; one hand in your mouth, one hand in your cunt, and one cock in your ass. To possess you completely and utterly and totally.
Sometimes I want to bend you over by a single command and pull your panties off your creamy ass and spank your petulance out of you, blistering blow after blistering blow. To make you cry. To have you fall at my knees and sob in contrition as you promise me softly to be a good girl yet again. At least for a while.
Sometimes I want to tie you up in a little package, immobile, a present for me to play with, exposing your most tender flesh, open for me to part, to tease, to pleasure, to violate. To play your body like an instrument, to ignore your pleas for release, in fact to draw amusement from your plight. To tease your impatience like never before; to deny you release for an eternity and then to extract release after release for another. To not let you go until I am done with you.
Sometimes I want to slap your breasts and your face. To see your eyes well with tears as you stand there, submitting to my use and abuse of you. To seize you. To bask in the glory of your bravery and strength as I consume you and hurt you. To claim you. To feed off the gentle and inexhaustible power within you. To feel your flesh yield and yet never break.
Sometimes I want to do unspeakable things to you, things you do not want to have done to you, things that leave you crying in desperation and shame. To straddle you like a banshee, to slash at you with fangs and claws, to tear at you where you do not wish to be torn and to drink your blood as if it was my last meal.
And sometimes, I simply want to feel your thighs around my hips, your body open for me, inviting me, welcoming me. To feel our souls colliding deep inside your womb. To connect in sedate passion, to savor each and every sensation, every sliding inch, every quivering tremor. To fall asleep, finally satisfied and full to the brink with serenity. To be at peace.
-Dreamwalker Sadistic Poet