Enter Sandman

Sandman disrobes.

SANDMAN: And I'll have pleasures more to give to you,
I'll have a dream-god's cock inside your cunt,
Should you but slip your clothes off, which you'll do,
With practiced ease, I see! How good to know!

Larissa disrobes.

SANDMAN: Sweet flesh of practiced woman, what a treat
For Morpheus' stiff cock to now enfold
Within a cunny, slick and wet with heat,
As though an endless need has taken hold.
Your maidenhood is not as tight as hers,
But tight enough it is for dream-god's cock,
Oh! Oh! This fucking's good enough, I think!
I'll spend my seed, and take my leave at once.

LARISSA: Between my thighs, there's pleasure, true, but still
My queen's slick fingers felt beyond compare
The dream-god's spell is sweet, but 'Gypcian seers
Make even better stirrings 'twixt my thighs.
Oh, would I were not lost within his spell!
Sweet Rosalind I'd take, and hold, and fuck!
But I must drift yet deeper into sleep,
Still lusty, yet without a lover's luck.

Act III, Scene I.

Josephine's tent. Enter Larissa.

LARISSA: Fair Josephine, you spoke with serpent's tongue!
Your Moorish drink could not 'gainst dream-god hold!
His cock did penetrate my cunt this time,
And I awoke 'twixt Rosalind's damp sheets!

JOSEPHINE: And speaking of a tongue, slave, now hold yours,
Your tone forgets your place between my legs,
Now hear my words, and blank and mindless go,
And speak of last night with a slave's respect.

LARISSA: Yes, Mistress, I must blank and mindless go,
But still I must admit, the kahve failed,
The more I woke, the more he made me sleep,
Until I sank beneath the waves of dream.
Then as he saw my blank and sleepy form,
Consumed was he with lust for my hot cunt,
And then he used me, even as did you,
Save cock instead of fingers did he thrust.

JOSEPHINE: Oh, this dire insult never shall I stand!
A 'Gypcian queen's wrath furious shall be!
Fair Rosalind I saw as but a pawn,
But sweet Larissa is my property!
Now, Sandman, summon all your darksome arts,
'Tis Josephine you battle with tonight!
And storm and shadow shall I bring to bear,
And all the blazing elemental might!
The dream-god shall his poaching cock regret,
His godly strutting pride shall I depose,
And then, fair Rosalind will be my slave,
A prize, for crushing all whom I oppose.

LARISSA: Oh, though I cannot help but love thee, Queen,
Yet still I fear your dark and awesome ire!
Please, quell this strumpet's fears and tell this slut,
There's more to you than fury and desire!

JOSEPHINE: Fear not, Larissa, though I wax with wroth
Against the foolish god who crossed my will,
Yet still to you a pleasure-queen I am,
A gentle, sweet, and loving mistress still.
Your hot and needy cunny I still love,
My ownership of you is no mere trick,
Your nights as mine will filled with pleasure be,
Now fall upon your knees and pussy-lick.

Larissa places her head beneath Josephine's skirt.

JOSEPHINE: Oh, trained and disc'plined tongue, now find my clit!
For yet the sun hangs heavy in the sky,
And many hours yet 'fore dream-god's vis't,
So while them all away, 'twixt Mistress' thighs.

Act III, Scene II.

Rosalind's bedchambers.

ROSALIND: So little seems to seem to me of sense,
The world seems topsy-turvy in its course,
As sweet Larissa vanishes again,
Yet last night saved me, though I know not how.
Alas! The hour groweth late again,
And dream-god soon will find me here alone,
Has sweet Larissa gained more Moorish drink?
Or will I be the strumpet of a god?

Enter Larissa and Josephine.

ROSALIND: Oh, sweet relief! 'Tis all my saviors now!
Larissa, and this Josephine must be,
The 'Gypcian queen Larissa once described,
Whose kahve saved my maidenhood before.

LARISSA: 'Twas not the kahve saved your sleeping cunt,
But mine, my cunny plowed by dream-god's cock,
But weep you not, I've brought the 'Gypcian queen,
To test her might against the dream-god's sand.

JOSEPHINE: This dream-god's spent his last night in your bed,
And his last seed within your woman's womb,
I swear, tonight he'll face a 'Gypcian's wrath,
And flee, or else sleep in a 'Gypcian's tomb.

Enter Sandman.

SANDMAN: Bold words, for one who yet a mortal is,
And has a mortal's needs, like that of sleep,
Your Moorish drink will save you not, sweet queen,
As of my dream-sands, soon you will drink deep.

Sandman blows dust at Josephine. Thunder sounds, lightning flashes.

JOSEPHINE: Think you that I came here so unprepared?
A mortal I may be, but not a fool!
My magic does the storm and winds command,
And blows aside your dust, your only tool!
A captive of the winds, your dream-dust now,
And blows it where a queen desires, not you,
The dream-god's sand now seeks the dream-god's eyes,
And arrow-sharp, my wind flies ever true!

Thunder sounds, lightning flashes.

SANDMAN: My eyes! My dream-sand stings me now with sleep!
The 'Gypcian seer's ploy undoes my plans!
Though stronger is my might than mortal's spells,
Yet stronger than my strength are my own sands!
Her cunning used my force 'gainst mine own self,
Her tricks chained me with steel-hard, self-forged bands,
Now poisoned with my own dream-dust I fall,
Into an endless trance at her commands!

JOSEPHINE: Fear not, my dream-god, or at least not much,
Larissa has begged me to mercy be,
And merciful am I, to all my slaves,
And now you cannot help but obey me.
Your mind is now my toy, but as wrath fades,
I see a use for you, my humble pet,
Though you will ne'er my servants fuck again,
I'll find you ways to feel sweet pleasure yet.

ROSALIND: Your servants? Nay, we are but gentle friends!

JOSEPHINE: And friends must always look into friends' eyes,
And there, on seeing endless swooning depths,
Must sink, and fall, and drift, and never rise.
Your mind goes blank now, gentle Rosalind,
Your will sleeps in my will, and you must kneel
To pleasure me with tongue and fingers slick
And learn the ways to sweetly pussy-lick.

Josephine disrobes.

ROSALIND: I know not why I cannot but obey,
But ever shall I be a pawn, it seems,
A slut, a strumpet girl, a mindless slave,
And yet, is this a burden? Say I no!
A slave is filled with blank and empty bliss!
In slavery I find eternal joy,
Whether to 'Gypcian girl or dream-god boy.

Enter Ferdinand and Alfonso.

FERDINAND: Sweet Rosalind, I bring you back a groom--
What madness do I see beneath my roof?
A 'Gypcian strumpet straddling my girl,
And sweet Larissa, gazing at it all?

ALFONSO: This sapphic slut was once to be my bride?
A mouth that kissed a cunt shall ne'er kiss mine!
(aside) Though in my secret heart I want to watch
and stroke my prick as sapphic lust unfolds.

FERDINAND: Indeed! My daughter's evermore disowned--
Yet why do 'Gypcian eyes enthrall me so?
I cannot look away, I must obey,
I see now that this sapphic tryst must be.
From heaven has our 'Gypcian mistress come,
And shall her slighest whims now be obeyed.

ALFONSO: Indeed! I see the depths of her eyes too,
And her slave I become--and yet such bliss!
A bride I'll take who loves both cock and cunt,
And we shall both serve a 'Gypcian mistress.

SANDMAN: Though master I was and slave I've become,
Yet all's well that ends well when cocks and cunts cum.

THE END