Darkened room, low light, I lay in bed dreaming of my perfect love... magazines lay near.
Wait, but did you hear?
A noise from my floor.
My surroundings darkened around me and my door slammed shut.
Heart pacing from fear as light rose from my floor.
There she stood.
Her being glowing yet my room still dark.
Her hair light blue, her eyes iris' glowing red, her skin was a coalition of exotic color much like art in a museum.
She was stunning.
Yet an uneasy drumming started in my heart.
Excited I sat up to meet my beautiful love.
Yet I dove away as I seen her.
Small horns protruding from her forehead, her smile fanged, claws instead of fingernails, a tail swiping back and forth.
Here stood the perfect woman.
Her entire being was beyond perfect in every physical way... here stood... Lust.
Her claws dug deep into my chest and I awoke just to experience the same ordeal every day for my eternity.
YOU ARE READING
Ashton James' Poetry Book. (Rename to come.)
PoesiaA book which consists of all poetry I have written, will write, and so on.
