Crimson

There is a crimson shadow...it dripped down the crack above my bed ages ago. This shadow causes me to sink into the wetness underneath my eyelids nightly. Stillness has begun escaping me once again on this eleventh hour.

"I can't lay in bed anymore,” so I sit up and dangle my legs over the edge. As I was about to get up and make my way to the fridge I pause at my bedroom doorway, I lean my back against the wooden framework--I close my eyes and I breathe in deeply.

As I exhale I feel a breeze tickling my skin causing the immediate erection of my nipples.
I open my eyes and I instantly crave the sweetness of a kiss, but while I have a moment of longing I find that I am not feeling lonely--I simply feel swollen & ripe--Ready to be TAKEN,
ready for someone to voraciously consume me.

My nectar is bittersweet, sticky and fragrant--so much of it flowing inside me...it begs for release, begs to pour.

I sigh and at this point I awaken from this spell the heavy shadow has placed over me and I decide to take a bath instead.