He sits in the box seat,
Holding his cards right
Ready to Ace his game
That never leaving smirk on his
Chiseled face,
Following her every move
As she slowly walks towards her doom
Sighing in relief when his claws
Dug into her skin
Deep enough to leave a mark
As his fangs caressed the nape of her neck
Ready to claim what is his
Pulling her hair she cranes her neck
Giving him a better access,
That moan of approval didn't go unnoticed
And he smiles faintly, content at her approval
Not waiting a second more to delay
And begin a story that has always been a cliché
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
