Fantasy Reality

There...existing
in the darkness
two sets of eyes,
one,
with watcher vision open
second sight unaware
unknowing;
Awaiting
sleeping beauty snore
a glorious sound
quite adored,
shed luminescence upon skin
from half lit hallway
through half -hearted
door ajar.
In her dreamless dreams....
come, calling creeper
has dreampt this
to lay touch upon touch
without resist,
stirring up a hornest nests
o'lust and mountainous
eartquaking tits,
Slopes way south
where relentless tongue
in good ol' fashions
proceeds with scream induced
silent lashings.
Begging for it in muffled moans
rejecting pleas
to drive it home,
still...savoring sampled nectar
she begs, to feel it
on the inside.
To twice more deny
where all roads diverge
from hidden valleys
resting placement of, "love me" words,
onced begged, now a beggar bids
what patience is
to a darkness addict,
who lays down an unloaded head
unto land of dream....
Smitten with titillating experience
fullfilled in fantasy.