Soul Stalker

I first found him
in his dream,

a lonely, empty dream
devoid of life,

cold when I touched him,
my warmth

suffusing slowly
into his

forgotten body,
feeling him rise,

catching his hardness
in my dream cunt,

my pendulous breasts
dangling against his

naked chest,
my mouth finding his,

as my hardened nipples
trace the runes

on his chest,
my wet gash sliding

up and down his rod
like an eager hot dog bun,

as I thrust my ghost's tongue
deeply into his mouth,

my torso pressed against his,
the lips of my cunt

holding him tight,
its tongues called forth

to wrap his balls tightly,
to penetrate his virgin ass

like a hungry snake,
as my mouth's tongue

runs along his teeth and gums,
the linings of his cheeks,

as his hips rise
and I impale

my throbbing cunt
deeply upon him,

its walls milking him,
my tongues

squeezing his balls,
running up and down his crack,

deeply into his ass and mouth,
like a frenzied octopus

as I bounce up and down on his
rock-hard shaft

my inner walls milking him
like a dairy machine.

As I feel him peaking,
I shove my tongues

deeply up his ass and down his throat,
squeezing his balls brutally,

my torso crashing against his
as he comes and we

both grow rigid
and he pours his hot seed

into my hungry, welcoming dream-womb
and I collapse against him,

and we lie there,
my fingers

still tracing the runes
upon his chest,

their scratches the only sound
in this place of emptiness,

that will vanish
when he wakes

II: Reality

I slide into the brain
of his ice queen wife.

She fights for control
as I possess her,

her loathing of him
beaten into submission

as I approach his sleeping form,
stripping him slowly

his dream-hard cock
springing into view.

He awakens
in puzzlement.

The bitch
possesses only one tongue,

but I put it to good use,
sliding it up and down

his shaft,
engulfing his balls

with my ravenous mouth
as his hands find my head,

pressing it against him
while I grab his ass

lifting him
bringing both balls

deeply within the bitch's painfully-spread
mouth, her harpy's

tongue now completely
in his service,

flickering over his moving balls,
as the bitch's sharpened fingernails

trace the veins
of his throbbing cock,

her hands squeezing it, pumping
it, as his hands grab the back of her head,

forcing her mouth upon his straining shaft.
I open it widely and engulf him

feeling the head, its engorged veins,
as I begin to slide up and down

its length, letting it
batter its way past the bitch's uvula,

down her virgin throat,
my lips caressing his cock as it

cruelly fucks her acid mouth,
sucking him as though he were life itself

as he pounds his way in and out
of his wife's violated orifice

and then pours his hot cum
right down the bitch's throat

as her mouth continues to suck him
like a calf at its mother's teat.

****
The last time we make love,
I tighten the noose,

freeing his soul
from its prison,

and watch it speed
toward the dawn's pure light.

III. Afterlife

But I chase it
away from that karma-ending Light

and into the hapless fly
already trapped

in the web that I humbly call
home.

Ensouled once more, the fly gazes
with its honeycombed eyes

for the last time
at the bed below,

the bed
that used to be his own.

I quickly drink the fly's
liquefied body

and feel his soul
merging with my own, We are

united at last,
one for eternity (at least to a fly).

He really should have
dusted more often.