Nightly Beasts

The light dims as the sun finds its nightly resting place. The night shrugs its way from the days painful illuminating rays. The eyes of the new peek from hiding places stretching and shaking away the days pain. The day is not for those of us who seek the pain of the unknown world. We are the ones unafraid of the things that hide and lurk in the shadows, and corners. Klicks of claw and snap of jaws, howls and moans fill the moons rays with song and gift of thanks for being.

We hunt for pray in the deep cracks of the world, sniff them out, take what we want leaving only lust filled pools of liquid sex on the growned. Man or Woman, makes no differance is who we thrust with. Cock, cunt, pussy, ass, mouth, all of it fair game to us. They all give into the eyes of the beast.

Men try and be us, Women try to hide us. We are the dirty little secret in everyone closet, and nasty perverse thought pushed under the bed. Pink folds weep and moisten at our approach, Cock springs to life and gifts us with lustful seed. We the beasts are Man and Woman. We are the fear of sexual curiosity, the moment is thought that make you shiver and your nipples dance in our presents.

Think what you will about us, despise us if you wish, fear us, but one day your body will give it self over to the raging beast and be ravaged like the whore you wish you could be.

We are all WHORES for the beast known as pleasure.

Sanity

The hulking shadows creep around the inner walls of what used to be my sanity. Clawing and reaching with fever pulsing fingers and palms. The room feels smaller as they lurk and sulk around the already sweat moistened bed.





Darkness looms ever closer with every mammoth step they take.


Fear, anger, lust, need, fill every open nook and crannie of my naked being.





What is it thees shadows want from me. I give everything I have, and still the raging wild needs come back every night with even more hunger for what I have no clue.


My sanity drips from my eyes wetting cheeks and lips, the salty taste of it rolls over my tongue and explodes a shiver down into my core.





The writhing begins, unwanted, un needed , but lusting for more.


Every bite, every scratch tattooing my snake rolling flesh as if I were a canvas of skin and my crimson was the paint.





Each shadowed fuck, each shadowed fuck, EACH SHADOWED FUCK takes it place after another, and another, AND A FUCKING NOTHER. Screams of my sanity are never heard over the crys of lust.





Liquid need and sex pool around my waving body unable to stop it, unyielding to my pleas of mercy and begging.





I am again forced to let go of my dripping, heated, searing, life from my used body.





The shadows slink back into the walls, only to wait for the next night when my sanity become my hardened INSANITY grows again.