Nightmare, do not go. Stay. I’m curious
how you work. Your pieces parts. So much bronze
and steel, molded plastic and lecherous
flesh. You have war’s crude tongue, the Amazon’s
love of conquest. When you dance your long skirts
swirl up around your ass and your teeth peek
out; the teeth between your legs. And what squirts
forth when you get excited is unique
to all the body fluids that I’ve ever
licked up. Watch me go down on you now.
What’s so alien here? We both get wet
and moan, we both orgasm much harder
than what our sleeping bodies should allow.
Come, Nightmare, I don’t want to wake up yet.