Walking in the halls of my mind, so many things to see and find. Rooms along halls of memory with offshoots to the halls of dreams and fantasy. Some easily opened, others sealed shut, each a world in its own to examine. Fog rolls alone the floor, giving way to the path now followed. There it is, I know that hall well. One side reality, the other fantasy I know so well.
Silky raven black hair slipping softly through my fingers. A kiss on her lips that is sweet and lingers. Eyes white as marble, skin cold and the color of snow. The bodice cut open, a crimson line where the blade passed. Exposed breast with nipple hard as stone, soft flesh where my fingers roam. Kissing and nibbling the ear that I seduced with my words, now only moans to be heard. The skirt hiked up, a sexual display of breathtaking beauty. Dare another kiss, feel another embrace as this moment will be eternally bound. The nails that dug in my flesh polished with blood that has been drawn. Entering the cold flesh again, the rocking motion brings the pale flesh to a new life. Sweat rises and beads on my skin, dripping down to her body again. Growing moans of pleasure echo off the walls as lustful desire is released. Her kiss back cold as ice and deep and the grave. Hands now grasp again as this might be the day.
Death my lover for so long always teasing and pleasing but never taking that last breath away. Down this hall she hold a special place I go to each day.