Nocturnal Emissions

I want you to be my bed.
I need to see your naked back
lying in the moonlight,
your splayed limbs
chained to the four cardinal posts,

open and vulnerable to my every touch.
I will climb upon you slowly,
my hands tracing the length
of your trembling, yearning thighs,

finding your beautiful rump,
parting you so that the wonder of your holes
can no longer be denied to me.
My eager tongue

will slide up and down your crack,
feeling the softness of your cheeks, lingering
on the portal to your virgin ass,
circling that tender door, then.
flickering in and out of that uncharted passage,

plunging more deeply with every lick,
hearing your quiet gasps as I probe deeper and deeper,
my hand reaching around you,
my fingers upon your throbbing clit,
softly caressing it as my tongue

thrusts deeper and deeper inside you,
feeling your shudders as you rise,
moving against my mouth, pressing against
my fingers as they stroke you faster and faster, as I
leave your famished asshole

in favor of your even hungrier throbbing cunt.
I will lick it with all my might, both hands working
your frenzied clit, spreading the lips of your soaking cunt
as I take them in my mouth, sucking them, my lips
squeezing them, sliding up and down their length

like a frenzied shark. I will feel your body shake as you cum
over and over again as my tongue begins to fuck you, my head
bobbing up and down with each thrust, my fingers working your clit
harder and harder as I suddenly taste your salty juices pouring
into my mouth and feel your body trembling as you arch your back
and scream out into the darkness.

I will lie on your resting body, listening to your soft breathing
as I give your cunt a parting kiss and lick my way up your naked spine,
my hands sliding up the trembling sides of your torso,
finding your heavy breasts as they lie crushed against the mattress.
I will reach under them to cup them, feeling your hard nipples against my palms
as my tongue finds the nape of your neck and the helmet
of my hardened, tortured cock probes into the mouth of your
dripping hot wet cunt.

I will thrust deeper and deeper inside you as I feel your cunt walls
gripping me, holding on for dear life, never wanting to feel
the emptiness again.

My tongue will circle your ear, my lips closing on it, tracing its contours, while I
paw your luscious breasts as my tongue probes your ear,
and I thrust inside you harder and harder, kissing your eyes as I pull you up
by your breasts feeling you cum and cum and cum, then shove
into the very depth of your being and pump my hot life into the fire
that is your womb.

We will lie there then,
intertwined in the moonlight,
breathing softly as we descend
into the nonbeing release
of sleep.

But you will be my dreams
as I lie inside you,
every whore, witch, or angel
that I meet in that troubled realm,
my REM-stiffened cock
moving in and out of you
in love, lust, hate or fear,
putting out each fire
with my dreaming thrusts inside you.

And when we awake,
you will be my hypnopompic
fantasy, as I feel myself
grow in you again
in the rosy morning light.