Poetry-The Seduction

Tasting it on the air. Smelling it on the wind. I see it in her eyes. Escaping from her skin. Filling me up. Red rising level. Her neckline flush. Her hair disheveled. Her hand glides. The bloodlust overtaking me. I close my eyes. The scent saturating the olfactory. Holding me in position. I hear the […]

via The Seduction — malakhai jonezs

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