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Writhing against the sheets
i can feel His hands touch
His breath tickles my neck

His hands seem to be
All over me
Filling me, caressing me

He bites my neck
i can feel the blood
Flowing down my flesh

i awake with a gasp
The demons of my sleep
Torturing me once more

i touch my neck,
It felt so real,
i pull my hand away

To find ………