Theatre of dreams

In my mental theatre you take shape, vibrating like a hologram as I tinker with your image. The scenario contains passive-aggressive clutching as I weave you into the natural elements of paranoia. Slowly, it flows you into the lavish.



You fumble as your gilded cage is lit by moonlight and osculated in a devious manner. After solicitations of salacious actions, a searing chemical rush kicks in. The rush extant vigorously but in waning composure. I grin. The sensual passion between the thighs is mounted and you unleash a silent scream. 


Tenderly biting your finger, your eyes signal for more.