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.