stop your crying, he sleeps on grey clouds now

stop your crying, he sleeps on grey clouds now

Absent in Body, Present in Mind

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Man Transformed Into Beast

small black - despicable dogs (washout remix)
mike oldfield - foreign affair (matar suspiria vision remix)

His hand gripped firmly on her her bulbus dripping ____. His eyes welled up with longing and hunger. Hunger for her. Hunger for her body. Her tits were of average size, but perfectly in proportion to her body. She was brunette, but more mousy that the usual, and her teeth were slightly off white. He pawed at her, like a Fox through midnight dustbins. Heavy hands clutching at the soft skin that draped her slight frame. Saliva drooling from his snarling lips as he lapped like a dog at her ____. Howling and writhing. What now seem like claws scratching at her thighs as she lay on her back, paunched towards the ceiling, howling at the sepia light that hung from the ceiling. Course hair creeped from his tanned skin, covering his while body like a blanket as he mounted her from behind. They both howled, hers caused by him. His howl induced by the 2 lines of what he assumed was coke he had done 20 minutes prior. His vision greyed into shades of black and white. His bones broke, then re-sized and re-shaped into hing legs and beast like frame. Hands and feet into to Paws as he rocked violently back and forth, jutting awkwardly at her rear. Her eyes screwed with pleasure as is claws drew blood against her arched back, while his rough tongue licking at her neck and ears. They both rose out of the room in flames. Woman and Beast intertwined. Floating over streets of fallen buildings where watchful lights glistening on wet pavements. His hard member still inside her, swirling and penetrating at her very existence.
This is only sex hiding behind a shroud of art, claiming innocence as we lays there, legs open draped in a veil of creativity.


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