Your Dark Fantasy

Can you see the girl
In your fantasy?
You must be begging
For you want to be pleased.
Your eyes—-
Pure and hungry—-
Travel from her head to toe.

The girl’s image in your fantasy.
She laugh a sweet melody
As she twirls about,
While you chase the girl.

You groan
When she teased you with a smile—-
Plump and lively that you love.
You almost catch the girl,
But your hands slide against her skin,
Smooth as silk.

Now,
You ensnared the girl with your arms,
Pulling her close as she chuckle away,
Playful and innocent to your ears.
Her body against yours.

You heart stopped
As a knife lunged at your heart.
Black blood spills out of your chest,
To which the girl’s smile was wicked,
No longer was it blameless or cute.

“Pleasant dreams,” she whispers, no longer sweet.
The girl evaporates
As you fall onto your bed.
You wake up
To now realize it was a dark fantasy.

(Hey, everyone. It's been a while since I posted a poem in here. I thought I should do it for all of you for fun. Maybe it's not the best, but I put a lot of effort into this. Hope you all can enjoy it).