GHOULS PLEASURED TOUCH - MATURE AUDIENCE




Have you ever wondered what sexual conquest looks like from the Ghouls perspective? Observe. A ghoul can appear to be human. He can captivate a woman's desire with merely a kiss. However, beneath the facade', still remains the truth of his being. 
This is just one – there will be others who have different experiences…




The ghouls have finally captured you, no fools, they have enraptured you, released your trust, released your lust, allowing the One who has mastered you. You will be pleased by his savage thrust…




Plead for this man to satisfy you. Plead for this man to gratify you. Bleed for the man who deified you! Bleed for this man who died for you…




  

The ghouls watch as I hesitate, could it be too late? I’ve watched you too long, it makes me weak when I should be strong. The fire licks porcelain skin, I cannot begin, Yours, an angel's face, with memories I cannot erase.





I have wanted you, have you wanted me? Only in your nightmares where you could see, your nightmares have now haunted me.  Let me be!  Set her free! 





She lies motionless awaiting, why does she lie there, hesitating? What is this devotion, I implore – What is this emotion I cannot ignore?


She turns her head and looks into my eyes, reveals desires with the tears she cries afraid to kiss her and inhale her breath. I am sure she sees through my disguise. What if loving her compels her death?



The fires lick porcelain skin, I cannot begin, your angel face, with memories I cannot erase. I have wanted you, have you wanted me? Only in your nightmares where you could see, Your nightmares have now haunted me,  



Let her be!  Set me free!



  
M Teresa Clayton 









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