Forbidden thoughts - at night, in the woods, in the city
A bad, mad, sad creature.
He walks the streets of the city, under the cold rain. He walks the darkness of the woods, under the pale blue moonlight.
Creatures.
They walk around. Little shinning eyes in the darkness.
Noises. Something groans.
Someone moans.
He doesn't fear and keeps walking, as there's no danger. Nothing's dangerous for this insane creature - or it's too dangerous, but the eyes are kept shut to the facts.
He sees nothing. He feels the heat of naked bodies in the darkness. He feels the warmth of sex being made, the sounds of human's nature. He past walks.
There's nothing in the darkness. There's nothing to fear.
You take a deep breath. You feel the streets of the city. Maybe a car. A gunshot.
You can feel the branches of the trees, you can see the monstruosity drawed at the pale moonlight.
You feel and keep going. You keep reading. You keep fantasizing. Battling yourself. Battling your inner demons.
There'll come a day you'll all be by the same side. Fear not. Keep trying.
You move your hand. Slowly.
It goes down the keyboard, to the bulge on your pants. You rub. You feel.
You imagine the forbidden touches, feelings. The forbidden (and disgusting... perhaps...) warm lips around your dick.
You feel, inside of your darkest desires, the touch of another one like you. Somewhat of disgusted and affraid. Or the touch of one who's certain of his needs and desires, that'll gladly delight on you, feast on you, eating you up as if you were the last meal.
You wake up in the middle of the dark and light up your cigarette.
In the little light entering through the small blinds' holes, the smoke draw your dream. It vanishes in the night, as you vanish through the valley of dreams... through the vally of death...
He walks the streets of the city, under the cold rain. He walks the darkness of the woods, under the pale blue moonlight.
Creatures.
They walk around. Little shinning eyes in the darkness.
Noises. Something groans.
Someone moans.
He doesn't fear and keeps walking, as there's no danger. Nothing's dangerous for this insane creature - or it's too dangerous, but the eyes are kept shut to the facts.
He sees nothing. He feels the heat of naked bodies in the darkness. He feels the warmth of sex being made, the sounds of human's nature. He past walks.
There's nothing in the darkness. There's nothing to fear.
You take a deep breath. You feel the streets of the city. Maybe a car. A gunshot.
You can feel the branches of the trees, you can see the monstruosity drawed at the pale moonlight.
You feel and keep going. You keep reading. You keep fantasizing. Battling yourself. Battling your inner demons.
There'll come a day you'll all be by the same side. Fear not. Keep trying.
You move your hand. Slowly.
It goes down the keyboard, to the bulge on your pants. You rub. You feel.
You imagine the forbidden touches, feelings. The forbidden (and disgusting... perhaps...) warm lips around your dick.
You feel, inside of your darkest desires, the touch of another one like you. Somewhat of disgusted and affraid. Or the touch of one who's certain of his needs and desires, that'll gladly delight on you, feast on you, eating you up as if you were the last meal.
You wake up in the middle of the dark and light up your cigarette.
In the little light entering through the small blinds' holes, the smoke draw your dream. It vanishes in the night, as you vanish through the valley of dreams... through the vally of death...
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