Poem - Lust
Fierce eyes pierce the darkened hall,
searching for blind innocence,
the scent so sweet and arousing.
She feels the tingling of her skin,
her eyes dart frantically behind,
and she begins to run.
The chase begins - the hunt.
Supple flesh, pink with the exertion
of running from death,
and moist with the sweat of fear.
She knows he will devour her,
take her body, and leave the
limp remains to rot.
Screaming cut short, almost as it started.
Strong fingers bury themselves into,
oblivion and two become one,
as fierce pressure builds.
A macabre dance, mocking lovers in
wild abandon as a sudden gasp
vibrates through the dark.
Blood, warm and ripe, flows over her,
as a form is thrown aside,
she rises - a wry smile upon her face.
Originally written in May 2006
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