She looked exceptional
In crimson
The superior finishing on her edges Was a perfect sin

I licked my lips with desire
As her thighs parted
The red door

She moaned out
” Come In ”
As I reached for her thighs
It morphed into a serpentine door knob

The Crimson door paint slowly
Dripped into blood
Revealing yet another door
The womb of the beast

I awoke  with sweat soaked bedsheets
And my mind drenched in fear


One comment

  1. justinfenech · July 5, 2016

    Beautiful stuff. Like a kinky Rimbaud – need to read this again with neat whisky in hand.

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