Beautiful Monster
His stench lingers in the air I breath in
His skin in my hands I can still feel
The taste of him, my tongue craves it
The thought of him gives my body chills.
He’s become the one thing that haunts me
My nightmares and dreams are now the same
In cold, cold sweats his memory taunts me
He is the monster I can’t restrain
He’s the one thing that really scares me
The thing that goes bump in the night
He consumes my senses and impairs me
As beautiful as he is, he’s such a fright.
I’m terrified of what he has planned
And of the things I would let him try
I have to face my fears and make a stand
I have to look the monster in the eye
Shake the terror and regain my senses
Just endure what horrors he may bring
Now there he stands as my body tenses
And with his touch there comes a sting
A painful pleasure now burns from within
And quickly my world fades to black
Come back to myself with the taste of his skin
And his nails crawl my back
Now his stench I want to breath it
And his skin I can’t wait to feel
The taste of him, my tongue needs it
And the thought of him still gives me chills
Now he’s the monster I won’t restrain
It is me that he is haunting
All my fears no longer remain
For this beautiful monster I am wanting
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