Dark Poetry ~ Fiendish Flesh

Eyes look down,
beckoning to follow,
after the night,
daybreak moonlight.

Day destroyed by,
nights bloom’s fall.

Filling eyes,
with fever hunger.

Lust flowing freely,
night quakes to be released.

Walking daylight.
Waking preylight.

Dazed as hunger breeds,
walking through scents,
that surround me.

Tasting,
lust in the air.

The scent of one’s hair,
brushes of fiendish flesh.

Shivers…

Run.
Down.
Spine.

Hunger overcomes reason.

Lust breaks free…

To chase.
To claw.
To bite.
To ravage.

All sensibility, lost.
The day has come!

Now…
Fun!

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