Crimson Embrace
beneath the shroud of moonlit mist
he waits with lips like poisoned wine
his touch a whisper, cold as death
his promise sweet as love divine
his voice, a hymn of midnight vows
a song spun soft in shadowed breath
each word a silken strand of fate
that lures me to his velvet death
his kiss ignites, his hunger claims
my pulse dissolves in endless night
entwined in darkness, lost in him
no dawn, no fear--just his delight
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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