The Night Calls
She enters his darkened realm
Their eyes connect, night begins to bloom
Captured in an instant, trapped by his spell
His eyes hold evils glow in the darkened room
She feels his passion pulsating
Evil of the dark blooms this night
His hunger grows unsedating
Slowly he creeps, her locked in his sight
Transfixed on her pulsing veins
The curve of her neck awaiting
Fullness of her breasts strains
Closer and closer hunger baiting
Eyes never straying from her pulse
Ignoring the cracks in the tile
Their hearts beat faster, ready to convulse
His hunger grows deeper with evils vile
She will be his queen of the dark
Her throne within his darkened realm
Her destiny finds his mark
The pulse grows, his hunger will overwhelm
Groaning sensations escape her breath
Cheeks burn rose red with blood
His spell calls her death
His hunger grows like a flood
Just a few more steps, forever united
His foot snags on a crack
He trips and falls his spell obliterated
She blinks, screams, realization fights back
Wanting, yearning flies out the window
"Damnit Drake!
Can't you get anything right?"
She turns and goes back to bed
Leaving poor Drake
To sniff the dust from the floor
Oh well, maybe tomorrow night
LOL...............
Written by
Asha
2010©
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