I awake in the depth of darkness
Groping searching for your caress
The fear and heat envelop me
Covered in sweat wrapped in duress
In the gloom impossible to see
Panic consumes, dread ensues
Too dreary bleary to flee
Bladder full no strength to pee
At last then I touch you
Feel your skin made of cloth
I Embrace you in my sloth
That remembered treasure
The cool on my flesh a wash
As I lay my head upon you
A sweet intoxicating pleasure
Calming my fears
Drinking in my tears
Sleep soon follows
The other side
Of the pillow
About the Creator
Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.
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