Cat and Mouse
your asks,
it's mine to claim and own,
a dark, sweet prize,
let it be known.
grasp your bosom,
and rip it apart,
feast on its remains,
like a dark, twisted art.
amour, it's a curse,
a poison to share,
a deadly kiss on velvet,
that's beyond compare.
i will lead you down,
to the darkest night,
leave you shattered,
thousand pieces, to ignite.
hands brush, it's ice,
my lips kiss, it's fire,
a fusion of darkness,
that'll lead you to desire.
i’ll devour you,
like a ravenous beast,
leave you a shell,
a hollow haunted feast.
tremble before me,
sweet, and pray,
for a second chance,
to slink away.
but know this,
i’ll not show any leniency,
for i’m the witchess,
who'll take your psuche’s certainty.
my breast, it beats for you,
but don't be fooled,
for it's a trap, a snare,
a wicked tool.
i’ll take your love,
rip it asunder,
leave you screaming,
in a madwoman’s thunder.
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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