Webs

           Shuddering with disbelieve at the being I have become in the twilight of my awakening

          The righteous half of my being has held sway long thus suppressing my wickedness, driving a wedge into my essence separating the yin and yang of my spirit like the splitting of an atom

          They say evil can thrive in darkness, the deep unattended caverns of the subconscious is such a place

          Within this hidden sanctuary, simmering in the nether regions of the soul lives and thrives a creature I honestly know very little about   

          On a few occasions during my sleeping hours an entity has controlled the vessel of my body, seething with desire, lurking through the night, trying to take that which I would not allow myself   

         What took the reigns of my slumbering body? A demon? The Freudian repressed facet of my personality? Primal nature burrowing through the civilized exterior?    

         Perhaps the sweet fragrance of this woman seduced the other self, swirling vapors of her scent dancing into my fantasies, calling to this beast        

        He breathes in a rhythm identically mirrored to my own, born of the moon, howling with relentless passion     

        Awaiting release, awaiting my deepest of sleeps, needing only a chance to catch me in a rare stasis of trance            

       Moving me like a shadow, electric with lust, sprinkling little kisses on gentle exposed skin of my victims     

       Sheets sliding off the bed as if they were slithering down of their own accord

       Wake me that I can ensnare the snake before he bites into the softness of your flesh           

       Hovering dark aura, peeling pink, lingering moisture, slowly sink in euphoria of the guiltiest sin

       Now your beginning to adhere to the webs that I am spinning