Fantasy Reality

There...existing 
in the darkness
two sets of eyes,
one, 
with watcher vision open
second sight unaware 
unknowing;
Awaiting
sleeping beauty snore
a glorious sound
quite adored,
shed luminescence upon skin
from half lit hallway 
through half -hearted
door ajar.
In her dreamless dreams....
come, calling creeper 
has dreampt this
to lay touch upon touch 
without resist,
stirring up a hornest nests
o'lust and mountainous 
eartquaking tits,
Slopes way south
where relentless tongue
in good ol' fashions
proceeds with scream induced
silent lashings.
Begging for it in muffled moans
rejecting pleas
to drive it home,
still...savoring sampled nectar
she begs, to feel it
on the inside.
To twice more deny
where all roads diverge
from hidden valleys
resting placement of, "love me" words,
onced begged, now a beggar bids
what patience is
to a darkness addict,
who lays down an unloaded head 
unto land of dream....
Smitten with titillating experience 
fullfilled in fantasy.