She circles around him
breathing in his scent
he is aware but all his defenses are spent
she can hear the blood flowing through his veins
how she wants to take his pulse with her teeth
she needs that life-force to kill her every pain
her soul’s journey painted long ago
a thousand years for a troubled soul.
He’s got no idea what awaits him
how it’s about to unfold
she dances so well, never getting to close as she baits him
the silkiness of her hair brushes against his cheek
her fragrance, his favorite, making him weak
silent whispers deep in the night
dance through the mind with such delight
a fairytale dream, a velvet tongue
where his life ends, hers has only just begun.
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