Wake-up call

We were in the field of poppies
before the Wizard's castle
and you were a new creature of Oz,
immune to the narcosis

You summoned,
I lay my head in your lap
and succumbed to pretty dreams
while you petted my hair
caressing me with prose lullabies

I could sleep forever
in that
enchanted meadow.

So set it on fire.

Please.
Because I don't want you to
let me sleep,
I want you to

wake me

Strap on a backpack filled with
kerosene and spray down the field
like a super-hero firefighter

and drop a match like a villan.

I want you smelling of brimstone
and acrid intent when you
kick down the door to my room.

I want you to watch me sleep a moment,
to etch the way I look in that
state of utter peace
into your mind.

Me, with the sheet kicked off,
rolled onto my front,
one leg bent up,
left hand curled by my chin,
right arm flung over my head,
like a bad bed-ballet.
And I want you to stare
at the half-moons of my
ass peeking out from
beneath my nightgown.

And I want you to think about
caressing my cheek
and crawling on the bed to pull
me close so you
could stand guard
while I dreamed.

Then...

Light those fucking
thoughts on fire, too,
push the flaming dross of
'em off a fucking cliff,
pull your cock out
and fall on me
with murderous intent

I want your face to knot
as you pin me down,
to see you wince at the way my
dry channel chafes you,
as you fuck my sleep away

Want you to grab my hair when
I shriek and rear back in defense
while you push my thighs wider
with your own

I want to feel terror,
feel it in my bones,
for those few sweet moments
before you growl
"Daddy's home"
in my ear.

Then, then the shit'll be on,
get wild,
get wet,
my eyes still shut as you
ramrod my body,
and I'll be far
from sleeping

so far from sleeping

I'd give a piece of my heart
to sleep with you
in a meadow

But I'd damn myself
to hell
to have
you

wake me.