Morpheus' Kiss

Shivers run to her spine as his touches felt like rabid fire. So hot that it leaves a permanent scar which became a proof of such a sinful desire. Just like the first flower that blooms in spring, the rays of sun felt foreign yet felt so warm. The first time is scary but it tastes always sweet so addicting like the illegal heroine which every pinch taste ecstasy.

Oh pure pure little Mary tainted by the wolf disguised as a lamb. Innocence had fallen like a moth in the deadly black widow’s web. The more she struggles, the more she’s trapped. She feels like drowning yet even she’s lacking of air, she doesn’t want to be saved. The ocean that hugs her tight, she also hugged it back. Through the upcoming slumber, she always meet him, the personification of nightmare that dresses in a daydream. A demon with angel's face.

It was exciting at the same time frightening but what makes everything frightening was the fact it was so addicting. His kisses like of the legendary Morpheus that always gives her a good night sleep. A wonderland on her dreams and everytime she awoken, she wants to be asleep again.