If reality were a man.

If reality were a man I would slip inside his soul and wreak havoc in his mind. I’d dance naked through his thoughts, provocatively massaging my way through his darkness. I’d slowly run my tongue across the very tip of his every desire and taste his passion against my lips. If reality were a man I would explore his naked spirit beneath a full moon as the night wolves howl to the beat of my pulsating blood. I’d lead him into sin one step at a time, watching with the curiosity that killed the cat. If reality were a man I would have his blood across my skin and his essence in my soul and every time his heart beat it would drum to the rhythm of my name. My name. If reality were a man I would devour his soul and wear it across my chest on the handmade pearl necklace he made especially for me. If reality were a man I would  tear apart his heart and hide it in the furthest corners of mine. I’d strip his soul from his body and make love to it beneath an emerald sky, i’d lead his spirit into temptation and laugh as he follows, if reality were a man I’d walk with him into tomorrow.
Karen Hayward ©2016

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