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Content Rating Notice: GC -- May Contain Graphic Content
Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended
  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Erotica >> ID #988645  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
The Torso Dreams
A poem of the torso, beasts and angels
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THE TORSO DREAMS

Your torso lies on the bed
Waiting
Begging
Dreaming to be taken by the angel of light
The same dream that has kept you alive
Through the hell of the reality in which you live

You dream to feel your winged salvation
Cup your tender breasts gently
Caress your velvet smooth form
You dream so intensely
That you feel each magic touch
As your saviour brings you to join him in paradise

As you revel in the moment of passions climax
You lovingly begin to part your eyes
Praying to catch a glimpse of your heavenly lover
To hold in your memory for all eternity
Instead though the passion fuses with pain
As all you see is the creature you despise
Taking you once again in a moment of fragility

The dreamlike gentle cupping of your breasts
Is the beast in reality
Ripping its sharp talons across your soft supple flesh
Leaving his mark of scorn
On your canvas of scarred beauty

Like so many times before he lies above your helpless form
Raping you of the little you have left
Long ago he stripped your once perfect gentle form
Of the limbs that made you free
Leaving a helpless creature
With no fingers to claw with
No legs to kick with
No arms to resist
The onset of this evil beast’s desire

Each night he takes you to the pit of damnation
Rapes you till it burns
The bloody partially healed scars
Are ripped open once again
To free the blood within
Your once pale skin
Stained each night a crimson red
Each night even your tears betray you
As the salty rivers roll and sting your many wounds
Worse of all though
Each night the self hatred grows
As each night despite the pain, hate and disgust
He grants you orgasmic climax

You pray to be saved
For him to tire of you
For him to simply let you die
To be released from this brutal hell
Still your heart and soul are broken
You know you are trapped
This can never end
For you are his prize
And he will never part

Tonight as you lie with the beast inside
Feeling the involuntary climax grow near
A light shines through
The dream

Once again you open your eyes
Long since closed to blind the form of your disdain
The beast pulls out of your battered form
With all the brutality of which he had once entered

The disbelief fires up the coldness of your soul
As you see the brilliant white angel of whom you dreamed
Sword in hand
Slaying the nightmare that’s ruled you
The creature that's taken your life

As the beasts dying form bleeds
Your angel approaches
The scars and blood that cover you
Recede until only your long lost beauty remains
Your torso is once again joined with your long departed limbs
Once again you can touch
The pain no longer tainting each feeling you endure

You look upon the creature of your salvation as he wraps his wings around you
Cradling your gentle form reformed
Willingly your legs part
Offering the pink treasure that until this time had always been abused
The angel joins with you as one
Cupping your tender breasts gently
Caressing your skin so soft
You are barely aware
As you rise up from the dark of the place that for decades you’ve resided
To the light of the heavenly sky above
As your angel gently fucks you to salvation
Every inch of you kissed
Caressed
Loved
As he rides you to your most loving climax
Life
Desire
Complete



The pain is very real
Confused
You don’t understand?
The dream
It wasn’t just the dream
No

As the hallucination subsides
Once again you see the beast
Ravaging your insides
Fucking you in a bath of your own blood
Just another one of his cruel games
Another of his tortures
For he is pure evil personified
And you see only that what he wants you to see
For he is, now and always will be your lover
And you will always be his desire
As once again you wish for death


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