Sweet Nightmare

Sweet Nightmare

A Poem by To be scene To be heard

Oh my sweet nightmare.
You haunt my every thought.
Casting a blaket of darkness.
Ripping at my red dress.
Tasting my dark crimson blood.
Hands griping my waist.
You smile down at me.
Raping me with your gaze.
Bringing your lushes lips to mine.
Oh my sweet nightmare.
You've turned me into a slave.

© 2012 To be scene To be heard

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A very strong and erotic journey in these words. Nightmare leading to slavery is a wild journey. No weakness in the poem. Direct and strong words create a very good poem.

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Added on August 10, 2012
Last Updated on August 10, 2012