Victim
The alluring eyes of the aggressor,
Blazing with anticipation,
As the victim awaits unknowing,
Slowly she steps closer,
The very senses of her thoughts,
Tingle within the bounds of her mind,
For the smell emulates,
Her pulse quickens,
The strike at any time now,
The victim he sits,
No sense of what is coming,
Unit his breath is gone,
Devoured by her beauty,
And her cunningness,
Sh 06/23/10
Copyright © Scott Harlib | Year Posted 2010
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