18 November 2009


Bitter chill sliced the air, starless night descended
A voice murmurs her name, she opens the door, a little afraid
Slips on the chain, temptation beckoned

He reads her mind and she’s unsure
His morals and values they are not hers
Excited by his silver words she must lock that door

A tongue that melts her, eyes that glisten with intent
Goosebumps prick her skin every pore quivering
She knows she shouldn’t… she does, she lets him in

A lonely wolf bays at the moon heralds her awakening
This creature of the night, sunrise departs
She sees no shadows, she sees his mark


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