What if seduction was only the mask of a predator?
His masculine scent entranced me,
and chained me where I stood.
The moon unveiled his shadowed form,
deep within the haunted wood.
My gaze descended to his waist;
those roughened hands, that stance of might.
The world dissolved beneath his will,
and drew me closer to the night.
He filled my veins with velvet words,
until his voice consumed the air.
His breath caressed along my throat,
and silenced every whispered prayer.
His stare enslaved my trembling mind,
two torches burning cold and blind.
A halo flared around his blade,
and cut through innocence enshrined.
Twinkle, twinkle little dagger,
I FELL BENEATH his power.
My essence spilled to ghostly streams,
as he leaned close to taste my fear.
An empty shell: defiled, erased;
his whispers burned into my ear.
The heavens wept; the rivers moaned,
while clouds in fury writhed and swayed.
The forest bowed to carnal death;
his lust, the knife, the dark he made.
H, where desire met the knife’s gleaming edge
