Unexplored fantasy

Unfold the sky.
Reveal the lie.
From Krishnas mouth.
Deep inside.
The darkest night.
The deeps are bright.
An ocean of craters,
In a spider web.

The moon is late.
The cracks, radiate.
Like electrical storms,
Inside my head.
Blue as my veins.
The water sustains,
Life upon it,
Under the sea bed.

The sun in the sky,
Leaves the lamb chops fried.
A lion, with prey,
Inside it's den.
A God with one eye,
Winks at the night.
The lotus flower, hides,
Revealed inside the pattern.

Shivas plight with all her might,
Destroyer of our kin.
Can turn a God blue,
An ominous hue.
The Aztecs refuse to admit,
Adherence to,
This abomination,
Revealing the truth.

   
I stared at the box.    
Just stared.    
Because how the fuck    
was all that going to fit?  
   
In a fit of impulse    
(the only way I shop)    
I bought the    
Creature Cocks Monstropus Tentacled Monster Dildo    
from Pink Cherry    
   
because tentacle porn    
gets me going    
   
All of that soft, phallic flesh,    
with sensors and suckers,    
exploring my body,    
and taking anything    
any    
thing    
it wants    
   
fuck.    
yes.  
choking, fucking, sucking    
all at once,    
my mouth,    
my throat    
and pussy and ass    
and the gallon    
of jizz    
draped on my prone body    
at the end.  
   
is    
so    
fucking    
hot    
   
(goddamn)    
   
But I stared at my new    
lime green    
tentacle dildo    
and realized it was    
thicker than my wrist at the base    
   
(8.5 inches of girth    
at the biggest point)    
   
and laughed.    
   
Because fuck it!    
Let’s ride!    
   
and I did    
   
I took my clit in hand    
and lubed that mother fucker    
within an inch of my santity    
and worked myself    
like I was a cartoon porn star    
   
I gave it to me good    
slow,    
I made me wait for the    
next orgasm,    
then the next    
to work a little more in,    
then a little more,    
then a little more,  
   
until I stretched around an  
alien landscape in my body    
and shuddered as it moved  
   
I rolled to a seated position    
at the edged of the bed    
so I could cowgirl myself    
with my fantasy    
   
and fuck    
the way you,    
he, she, they, it    
all fucked me    
at the same damn time.    
with my eyes closed    
grinding a silicon dream    
down to a nub as my    
hair tickled my ass and my    
nipples poked holes    
in pure air.    
   
fuck. yes.  
   
I might be in love,    
because on a scale of    
one to    
OHFUCKSHITYESGOD!  
it’s totally a ten    
   
and it doesn’t    
need a wifi password    
or a toothbrush    
or a key    
   
and I know this must be    
a record recovery    
in the grand scheme    
but I think    
I might have finally met    
   
The One.  
 

Put a dog collar on  
my neck,
grab a leash and
walk me around.
 
This ain't love
baby.
 
Twist my body like
a soft pretzel,
make me run salty  
and warm in your
mouth.
 
This ain't love
baby.
 
Make me go down
so far in your well  
that I can't find a
rope to climb back
out.
 
This ain't love  
baby.
 
Handcuff me to
the bedpost,
cat o nine tails
me with your
pussy all over
my face.
 
This ain't love
baby.
 
Squirt like a  
Roman fountain  
until the room's  
flooded and
then we'll order
take out.
 
This ain't love,
baby,
 
But it's gonna
have to do  
tonight.

In the quiet halls of knowledge, where old stories softly tread,
We wandered 'neath the volumes where the deepest thoughts are wed.
Her glance, a daring author whose tales were yet untold,  
In the quiet rows of history, our silent love unfolds.
 
Beneath the watchful eyes of poets long deceased,
Our hands composed a language, each touch a whispered verse increased.
Her fingers wandered, tracing lines, discovering as they roam,
The growing tension, firm and taut, a rising, throbbing tome.
 
By the stage of Shakespeare, where drama's spirits dance,
Our script of sighs and tender grips did fervently enhance.
With every touch, her hands composed on skin a living braille,
Her palms on whispered secrets, over cloth so thin and frail.
 
Through the verdant garden where wild verses bloom and spread,  
Our hands like seeking sonnets found new rhythms in their tread.
Her fingers brushed the volumes that in shadows boldly press,  
A touch igniting fires, in silent, sweet caress.
 
In chronicles of history, where whispered secrets dwell,  
Our breaths and bodies mingling, cast a potent, heady spell.
Her lips, devout and ardent, upon my flesh did play,  
An ode to joyous feasting, in fervent disarray.
 
Amongst philosophic musings, where deepest truths lie bare,  
Her essence, sweetly yielding, suffused the charged air.
Damp with the ink of passion, her sacred script did flow,  
A testament to longing, where only lovers go.
 
In the final chapter, beneath the dimming light,  
Our narrative found climax, well hidden from the sight.
In pages of our making, where words of fire blend,  
The library held our secret, a tale that never ends.

I often stray into my fantasy
an island paradise where I live and play
Where all manner of fruit trees flourish and waters cascade
and I alone savouring my own company

It is my sanctuary of peace, a tranquil retreat
fruits so sweet  luscious between my teeth
I swim in waterfalls thundering their might
where I belong in my days and  nights

I sit near a serene pond
where colourful fishes dance unseen
their scales shimmer against sun's golden light
a beautiful and mesmerising sight

My bamboo home so cosy with palm fronds roof
a sanctuary that lets in music
of nature as the rain falls
whispers of the wind serenades

my head on my pillows soft as downy feathers
and my bed's fragrance of lemon grass
the light of my lamp attracts
pretty fairy-like twinkling fireflies

Pretty flowers bloom in line
vibrant hues of the rainbow
looking up towards the sky
nodding like sleepy little babies

my fantasy to live in this fair island
where nature's goodness are everywhere
where hate and envy are not known
and the air is fresh beyond compare

I shall persevere with my dream    
to be among those far flung stars,    
as do those clever folk who scheme
to land a poet there on Mars.    
     
I've heard it called a desert world    
a planet devoid of all life    
but I have seen the sunlight curl    
round rocks like girl's curl round their wife.    
     
Curious as I am I’ve also heard    
the whispering breeze shape the sand    
into the finest feminine curves    
far finer than Angelo’s hand.    
     
The graduations within these reds      
from war-like red to gentle pink    
have spirited me so, my dreams are fed    
to one day sojourn there thus, I think..  
     
To be on the great wing of Maven    
if opportunity should occur    
and launch me into this red haven    
Mars, I shall sleep now, dream myself there...

      “Through blood-stained glass the Queen looked upon neutral ground
At the battle of the Dead Surgeons that violently went down,
      “666 in total of angels, demi-gods, demons and things that feed on pain
Fought with magic and ancient weaponry without mercy, regret or shame,

      “Skin transformed to bees, dark prayers and eternal soul decapitation
Were mild tactics utilized with cursed forbidden devastation,
      “Throughout the cosmos all applicants knew what was to be expected
Because over a thousand years this deadly way was the method,

      “Every hour when the black bell rung the grounds would instantly flood
Bathing the participants in unholy living necrotic blood,
      “None were immune to the evil supernatural effects
That attempted to cannibalize their mind as well as their battered flesh,

      “Only when twelve survivors stood in mutilated victory
Did the black doors open, accepting them into the School of Dark Surgery,
      “Fear and dark wonder were emotions that always consumed the soul
When one willingly crossed the school’s gothic threshold,

      “Glass contained surgical rooms stretched down infinite halls
As surgical artwork of all kinds were displayed on bloody floors and walls,
      “The limited time given for each surgery was only one week
With the surgeon only allowed one hour a day for rest or sleep,

         “Any of the 666 surgeries assigned was a nerve wrenching mystery
Because failure of any kind was considered an unwanted luxury,
      “Experimental implants, to demonic grafts to craniotomy of the brain
One of the challenges itself is not for the surgeon to become insane,

      “Each surgery became more difficult and intense
As all blood on the surgeon could not be washed away or rinsed,
      “Transforming over time into a blood pathogen disease
That attracted death like parasitic fleas,

      “Performing underwater surgery before the patient could drown
In blood saturated water while vampiric hungry sharks swam around,
      “Removing layers of flesh all the way to the bone
While magical teleporting flesh eating flies would constantly roam,

      “Extracting a soul before being consumed by hellfire
Or surgically increasing an abused sex slave’s sexual desire,
      “Afterwards the patient would be mind-raped again and again
Until sexually broken, then removed was the pleasure organs of their sin,

      “During every surgery the patient must be kept alive
Or the surgeon would receive a fate worse than death if their patient died,
      “The death of a patient meant damnation for the surgeon
Instantly appearing inside a spiked sarcophagus for eternal burning,

      “But the final surgery was the surgery upon one’s self
Terrifying, unique, no anesthesia and without any form of help,
      “Only a sadistic few has ever completed the course flawlessly
The first is the school’s ruler known as the Queen of the 8th Surgery”.

There is a dream in my heart that has never seen the light of day. I was thinking I may have to keep it as a  secret for a variety of reasons. First, it's a fabulous dream that may invade thoughts and ruin the mediocre imaginations. Second, the disappointment of not attaining this dream might be too great to bear. And finally, I fear that this dream may affect my reality by being too far-fetched. But failing is certain if I don't try, and I can't truly fail if I do try. Even failures, if it comes to it, can be very valuable. So of course the Asani you know is going for it.

It was like no other dream because I am sure you weren't in my thoughts before I drifted off in the land of wonder but yet you've cemented yourself firm in my dream as you would in the life I craved.

Let me explain your invasion

I dreamt that we were at a LGBT event I would assume it was our first together because I felt awkward as a prostitute in a house of nuns. Anyway I remember I was wearing a black body carving dress with metalic gold roses accented and perfectly placed at the bottom, front and back. I stood 6inches higher in a gold and black stiletto with my matching clutch in hand. Let just say if it wasn't for the wonderfully styled dreads and my signature eyes I wouldn't even recognize myself. You were in a three piece suit the third piece being the outer layer had the same rose accented on my dress on the back and the collar being metalic gold as well as your tie and the tip of your shoes. We looked fabulous together so I would assume we were an item. Smh, when we entered the event it was almost as if we were the human version of an aphrodisiac, the lustful stares and envious smiles tore through the faces of some while others just couldn't help themselves but to walk towards us and greet us with compliments and admiration. You looked happy your smiles looked genuine and your eyes tell tales of love when you stared at me. I'm not sure but would almost look andtlmosts if you're the honored guest because you walked the floor greeting everyone with me being right by your side. What woke me up was when you introduced me as your fiancée 😂😂😂....wait it ain't complete, like I said I woke up so I went to pee and wrote the story this far...

Good morning, sigh. Sometimes I wonder what my purpose in life is because I have the imagination of no other I come across and sometimes I scares the hell out of me. By me writing this you should already assume that the dream didn't end at far...you were so persistent to invade my dreams that you didn't leave and you created an entirely new realm of erotic figment. The dream continued with hungry kisses and pulsating labias executed through hugs and straddles bursting open a door to a beautifully decorated room, "surprise!"....our momentum was broken when we stopped to see a room filled with I would assume looked like 10 brights smiles in female form. Something was being celebrated so when my eyes turned in the room in first person narrative I see a banner showing 'CONGRATULATIONS ON THE NEW BOOK RELEASE'. *the irony* lol. So all these females was there for us, because of our book release. Being that we acknowledged the interruption we stopped the foreplay to the role play of pure ecstasy to be humans. We worked the floor got inebriated that's where we couldn't stay away from each other. When I think of you my heart flutters it becuaee of that equal love we shared in the dream it was like none other. Your smile always brightens my day but at that point it was enhanced and your touch...your touch mmm...that’s all I can say and because I loved the way you do what you do and when we intertwine…lets just say there was that could do me like you at this point we were naked bodies in the dream well not completely naked i was wearing a chain with "smart" being the pendant and a fancy shiny rock on my finger to match my shiny stilettos... I'm remembering the view now and the thought made me wet and it still does since I’m stating facts. I would explain the scene my graphic but I've already gone too many words so I'll summarize. The way you made me come you would have thought it was an act, the way my legs would shake, the tears I shed weren’t fake it was as if I’ve never had it so good it made me cry and I swear, I’ve never gotten head that good in a long time. Honestly it was like an out of body experience. I could see you fucking me so good, stroke, steady and consistent. There’s just something about you that turned me on. I would andlreadyssune is the sense of security and consistency. The way you say my name, that shit drives me insane it's like you were being engolfed by emotions too difficult to handle and saying my name probe the mental g spot. The way you eat and beat that pussy...whew! Chile! If you're that bad in reality continue, you're doing a good deed to the world it had me addicted to you. In that life you see...I’ve never met anyone who could compete with me not bragging but there’s nothing like this pussy, but thats beyond the point I loved the way you love me. It was love so good it should charge a fee. That throwing me on the bed and then enter me slowly, smacking my ass and tugging my hair that’s the key. It had me throwing my ass back breaking you down, having you addicted. As the vibrational thunders were roaring through me, causing my legs to cross tightly, a slight little moans began escaping my moisten lips. With every striking sensation pressing against the pink of my walls, kissing inside its groove. While trying to share my story without getting too choked up, yet I imagined being asphyxiated by you in more ways than one...I digress, since this was originally about my dream that you've invaded for the first. I just had to speak on our love/lust relationship in its entirety from a mental imaginative point of view. #Medzit

I dream that there is just one man
out there
who isn't a Nigerian scammer
pretending
to be a famous rock star
with a crypto wallet ID
because he loves me so much
and wants to meet me.

There must be one
who would be the man
so I don't always have to.

Perhaps he would look like Jesus
bearded and a little wild,
and make me rethink
saying "fuck it"
to ever wanting to put myself out there
again
to take a chance.

He would wrap his arms around me
from behind
and bury his face in my hair
while whispering sarcasm in my ear,
enough to rival my own.

It wouldn't matter
that my breasts are nothing but reconstructions
from all the surgeries
and chemo--
he would explore their curves,
and hideous scars
anyway.

There just has to be one,
who isn't a gay mama's boy
lurking behind
his wedding ring, I wore
for way too long.

Does such a man
exist?

Maybe,
that's why
some things are called fantasies--
reserved for daydreams
(and night dreams)
to play out what isn't,
with a spectacular ending,
of my choosing
before the alarm clock rings
and I awaken
to get ready for another workday.

World peace my wish,
in fact it makes me horny