Under the Broken Moon

Under the Broken Moon your eyes meet mine liquid to a silver spoon late night cab ride Amy Winehouse on repeat with each minute, my hear skips a beat candle light scents linger as well as your smooth long fingers up and down my bare back like clockwise you attack my neck, like a vampire under the broken moon with eyes, black and dark a hammerhead shark obscure and mysterious you circle me, your prey I think of the ways, you will contort my body, and have your way melting, slowly, into your muscular body, until the whispers soak into the next day under the broken moon In the hallway, I hear a creak silent slumber betrayed be not my loves defeat eyes wide, silent, still minutes drag like hours none to be spared I bite my lip struggle to hold back a deep moan, as you pull my long brown hair under the broken moon