Lamb To the Slaughter

It’s like a lamb to the slaughter The thing is she KNEW KNEW that beneath the alluring smile And enigmatic eyes Lay A monster. A demon. Inhuman cold skin cluing in The lamb Her shepherd leads you to Hell. But she’s drawn in By seductive looks Her hands shook As she placed her heart In the demon’s paw. Sinful tongue, wicked lips Grabbing, gripping clawing hands Wanting, Promising MORE Of a delicious wickedness. Truth evident in horribly arousing Stained talons Dripping life-giving essence A ruby color. Legs quaking, knees knocking Body rocking, soul shaking As he takes her heart Freely, foolishly given… Elongated canines catch and glisten In the telling moonlight. Fangs! A whisper to the lamb Demon! Someone screams It’s not safe at night She KNOWS KNEW that beneath the inhumanly beautiful visage Lay something Screaming Monster …demon. But the lamb wants to be swallowed As she follows As if in a trance. Don’t go Lamb! Stop! And she placed her heart In the demon’s paw, Relaxed in his iniquitous embrace And delivered herself freely, Anticipating a most delicious pain Only he can give. Truth evident in his salacious stare As she fell a most willing prey to tantalizing touches As back arched, heart out Don’t lamb! And he takes her heart Freely, foolishly given… ….and devours it. zhane_ariel Poems from the Vampire! Free Poetry Contest