strangers in the moonlight

Lovers of the night
The quality of the dream
Always been free flowing

Always to be victims of the night
Suck the life blood of my love
To feel your touch upon my silky skin

When I open my eyes
I find it is only my hand
Which is touching my smooth skin

In my mind I’m begging for your touch
In a forever embrace locked together
Was I hypnotized might be very possible

I feel the sharp sting above my n****e
Notice drops of blood rolling down
Into my cleavage from two delicate punctures

See no one around that could have cause that
I feel such desire now. The aroma of my blood
Smells so sweet, I wipe the blood and lick from my finger

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

intense!
very uncovering and wild!

i like it very much!

keep it up!

[Ron Reardon]

Must be a powerful memory of someone to make your dream of such things.