Of Waking Dreams

November 15, 2026

I awoke from nightmares with your lips upon my shoulder, and your hand seeking the warmth of a wanton response. There was power slinking through the quietly rumbled syllables of my name as you bid it coax chilled flesh to ripple from the kindling of your creation. I felt eternity beckon in a longing scratch of deeply buried hunger until... until... until there was naught — mere aftershocks of a vacancy pledged eternal.