I cannot see him

or even touch

but my body feels him, it yearns him

his cold breath

like a gust of wind, slides against my skin

clothes slipping to the ground

he is everywhere

sweet fear fills my veins

my arms lift, tied by an invisible bound

I shiver

the hands that I can't see

explore me inch by inch

I arch my back and let him in

Bedsheets slid down my body.

At first I thought I had tossed and turned too much.

Then I felt something, like fingers, stroke my chest.

My eyes flew open, looked around, but saw no one.

I heard a subtle laugh.

Tried to sit up but an invisible hand pressed me back down.

The hand slipped lower, grabbing my manhood.

"Tonight, you are mine."

Insane laughter was heard.

I screamed.

“No peeking,” she whispered in his ear.

Her blind date waited patiently, blindfold still over his eyes. As he listened closely he could tell that she was slipping out of her dress.

Lifting up his blindfold slightly, he hungrily stared at his date's elegant, naked body. But when his gaze met hers, the last thing he saw was her hair that slithered and hissed like snakes.

#medusa #erotic #horror

His phone lights up. Half asleep, he looks at it. A text from Theresa.

You up?

“This can’t be,” he thinks. “Something is wrong.” The phone stirs again. Antother text.

I need to feel you inside of me.

He shoots out of bed and looks out the window. The dirt over her shallow grave has been disturbed. There is a soft knock at his bedroom door. It opens slowly.

He felt his whole body, burning with intense heat for her. She turned over and took a deep sigh. He smiled. Then looked at her~ he did not want the night of fun to come to an end any time soon. She was acting so wild, & he wondered what he did to deserve this. His phone pinged. A message from his wife: ‘I’m on my way home, honey.’

the Moon looked

listlessly at the ground

and its sparkling dew,

still feeling it to be

"Good."

There is something 

intensely pleasurable

in being so deeply

rooted

in the fullness

of the Earth,

man thought

with a roundness

slipping its horizon

in the autumnal mud;

the precipitous Fall

in fever locked 

forever within

the oneness

of Death;

burying itself

inch-by-inch

into the pool

where all of Life

is grasping

(for breath)

The vampire rises tonight!

Looking for someone to bite

“Alas, a fair lass

With a beautiful ass!”

Thinking, “I think I found dinner tonight!”

He chases the young lass around

Pinning her down on the ground

He catches a whiff

And takes a quick sniff

Thinking, “Goodness, what have I found!”

Slowly parting her thighs

Sucking between pants and sighs

No need to bite

When the bloods

Flowing right!

Every Saturday’s the same, smooth seduction.

The sunset sees her sipping shiraz, staining supple skin scarlet.

A stranger starts to stare—and soon enough, he saunters over.

All slyness, he simpers and smirks

as she smiles, secrets sparkling in her sclera.

Seemingly spontaneous, she suggests setting out.

He says, Sure.

She shows him to her sumptious suite,

strips,

and strikes.

Sinking incisors into sinew,

she samples more sweet, sinful scarlet.

The night light flickered as the raven sat on the branch, outside the window.

The man was in her lair, dreaming of making love

She tiptoed in with a short black lacy dress and smirked, slowly crawled on him.

Her naked skin brushed against his as he slid his hands between her legs.

Their first kiss, paralyzed his body

The raven outside, crowed incessantly

as she devoured him alive.

He came out of the water

I heard his song from the roadside, walking home alone in the dark of the night

His beautiful melody pierced my soul, pulling me towards the hypnotic theme

I watched as his perfect form rose out of the water, pure and silver

He walked towards me, and I towards him tentatively

As soon as we touched, I was under him... and his spell