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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