Gentle Spirit

You stand before me, the painter, looking at me; I am a blank canvas that no other painter has seen or touched.

He is perhaps the most twisted of sadists. With piercing eyes he looks through me, into me, I can’t hold his stare. I turn my head to the side so he can’t see all of the secrets within me.

He fills my mind with the beautiful music of his voice, as he takes my throat in his hands. He whispers into my ear that I am his, as he bears down on me.

The Dreamwalker is the most beautiful, complex, interesting, erotic, kind, sadistic, loving, magical man I have ever in my lifetime come across.