Sweet Rapture

A night walker's tale of losing control.

The moon casts an arousing shadow on the world this eve.
It fills me with an erotic enjoyment.

I smile, lightly, as the uncontrollable pleasure consumes me.
I let it take me over.
I want it to take me over.

The fresh washed aroma of the forest soothes my raging hunger.
But I know all I can do is wait.
For it will all be worth it soon.

So, I gently close my eyes.
I soak up the sounds of the night walkers.
It is comforting.
I know I am in my element.

I breathe deeply.
I drown in the air of the night.
Ahh..the hunger is so overwhelming.
My unscratchable itch.

Then I am alleviated.
A rough tug at my hair.
A fierce nibble at my neck.
It incinerates my being.

Pain.
It is wonderful.
Passionate.
Obsessive.

Like melted chocolate,
Thick and warm...
The wetness creeps eerily down my breast.

As he devours me,
As he drinks my entire existence,
Only one simple thought,
Crosses my mind...

Yum...
Sweet Rapture...