The Monster Lurks

I lie awake upon my bed.
The monster lurks, it must be fed.

I know it’s skulking in the room.
It seeks to lure me to my doom.

In darkened corners, shadows deep,
The monster comes before I sleep.

I like awake at night and think.
I claw the water, as I sink.

I strive to be not chaste, but right,
To be the champion in this fight,

To keep the monster held at bay,
To keep the monster far away.

The tingling, tempting feelings call,
Desires custom made for all.

It cannot be so wrong, alone,
To feed the monster one small bone.

My will gives in, I lose the war.
I dream, I feel, I seek for more.

I fantasize, I ponder who,
A relative, a stranger, you!

Twisting, bending, odd positions,
Leaking bodily emissions.

Whips and chains and scented oils,
Handcuffs, cock rings, ropes in coils.

Plastic dildos, dirty screaming,
Double, sometimes triple teaming,

Double, triple penetration,
Sometimes even menstruation!

Tits and nipples, tongues and lips,
Cocks and pussies, legs and hips,

Jerking, aching, rocking spasms,
Massive multiple orgasms,

Maids and nurses, cops and hookers,
Lesbians and creepy lookers,

Fathers, daughters, sisters, brothers,
Strapping sons tag teaming mothers,

Mutant ninjas, Party crashers,
Girls in diapers, trench coat flashers!

My fingers do the monster’s work.
They scrabble, tickle, tangle, jerk.

I touch myself, the monster wakes.
It thrashes! What a mess it makes!

The monster comes! Devours whole,
My shredded, torn, decrepit soul.

The shame. The truth. The horrid guilt.
The deeds on which my dreams are built.

The things I’ve done within my head.
The things I’d do within my bed.

The monster’s gone, I felt it go.
It will come back, it will, I know.

The monster that I cannot see,
The monster is inside of me.