Trick of the Night

Come with me on a journey through the night. 
The city streets await.
Fly with me.
Let the avenues we glide down be your fantasy, the streets your fetish.
Nothing is lost to you.

Open your eyes to the colors of the night.
The dark indigo of the night sky,
the bright white of the stars and the dull yellow of the waning moon.
The blueish white of the streetlamps,
and the red and yellow glows of the cars as they pass us by.

Feed on fear and drink deeply of the night,
untill it pulses through your veins like molten gold.
Feast on my majesty and fear my wrath.
Nothing can harm you,
with me you are immortal.

And when the night turns to a time of passion,
I shall run my fingers through the hair on your chest.
Grasping and tugging gently,
then with more ferocity.

Run a feather down my spine,
and watch my flesh prickle,
with anticipated pleasure.
Touch your lips,
ever so gently,
to my chest,
my belly,
to that which makes me a man.

Growl with me in our animalistic passion.
Submit to me as I enter you,
thrusting hard.

Bucking and clawing,
I let my lifeblood flow between us,
ending exhausted,
spent.

Slowly we untangle our limbs.
Our passion sated as I withdraw.

The sun begins to dawn....
We glare at it,
its intrusion unwelcome.
For we are not ready to hide during the light of day.

As  the light grows brighter 
I stand uncomfortbly to leave 
as you say,"My names Derek."
"Good to meet you Derek." I reply.
Wiping blood from my lip,
I smile as I turn away,
forcing myself to face the world,
another day,
as a normal man.

I slip out the door,
as the desire of the night calls to me,
yet again.



Eric Hodgson
August 17th, 2011





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