Monday, 5 August 2019

Only my prey

You are one dangerous woman
Once you mark
The victim craves
Only for your flesh, he groaned

She was straddling him
With her tresses grazing on his chest

I know that
And I ensure, my prey
Doesn't stray anywhere else, she laughed

I am possessive
For I put my soul into the act
Even if it's not love
And lust, being a midway

So if you have tasted my blood
You will be able to differentiate
Between a tigress and the masses
That stealthily move in the forest
If you ever think of drifting away.

©LR


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