A blue lunar gleam envelopes the room.
Sleep drifts on the edge of the mind.
Twisted sheets reveal his nakedness.
In the doorway she is silhouetted, as a dream?
He watches her approach, breasts swaying with each step.
The mattress compresses as she leans into him her nipples taunting his lips.
Her hand grasps his rigid sex and strokes it slowly.
His lips surround the her erect nipples, hands fondling her pendulous breasts.
His firmness tightens as her hand brings him to a boil.
Pulling her to him her fingernails etch stripes across his chest as she mounts him.
Her cunt consumes him as he feeds his seed into her core.
In a moment, a sudden flash it is over, gone…only the blue lunar light remains.
A dream? A fantasy? On his stomach the remains of his lust, his chest etched with bloody marks…
