Only Dreaming

Your the one I’m dreaming of in such a special way. All the things I want to do and all of them to you. I want to cut you up and bleed your heart all over my cutting room floor. I want to taste your heart and bathe in your blood just to get myself off. Your pleading eyes beg of me to take you from this world. Your wishes are my command when I am the one in charge. I want to taste you and masturbate you in that special way.

Isn’t it so sweet to taste the life seeping out of a loved one? That sweet devotion as you sacrifice their biological body to your goddess. The thick sweet blood of the sacrificial goatman as he lay upon your altar. The dream so vivid it awakes me. I crave the bloodiest piece of meat to subside my desire. The desire of another sacrificial lamb of a young sweet darling. That succulent flesh as I part my lips to take a taste. That innocence that makes her flesh a simple delicacy. 

Awakening from a dream of a dream of cannibalistic necrophilia with a tannic taste in my mouth. Where are you? I need you here to help me fulfil this desire the very desire I know you share. It’s Friday night and as midnight strikes we will be engorged on virginal flesh and blood. We will be satisfied with our climaxes from the most absurd dream.

 

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