Lying in the forest
languid and still
it seems sleep creeps
over her like a blanket,
a dream purchance of
ghostly fingers upon
her tender breasts.
carressing each nipple
coaxing each to rise.
a smoky trail seeking
to waiting velvet lips,
she moans and half
awake feels herself
opened and entered
wetness engulfing,
yet she cannot rise
as some unseen entity
starts to fill expanding
within her,lying helpless,
held by some unknown.
moving inside her now
with all the passion
of a welcome lover.
she seeks to cry out
but merely a moan
escapes as still pinned
to the forest floor
seed is spilt deep
flooding her senses.

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