Dark Hunting
Falling through the shadows
Slowly hunting my prey
A beautiful creature
Pale skin, red lips, black hair
Tight corsette, hip hugging skirt, and knee high boots
Too long has she taunted me
She is the one I will take
So I hunt through the shadows
Waiting until she enters the middle of the woods
Then I step behind her
Hands on her hips
She turns and smiles
Kisses me
Her hunger, almost as deep as mine
Her hands on my breasts
She tilts her head back exposing her sumptuous neck
I bite, sinking my sharp teeth in deep
Her blood flowing into my mouth
I kiss her again, the blood trickling from my chin
Trickling over her perfect bosom
She reaches up to hold onto a tree branch
As I slide her skirt up
I take my fill of her sweet juice
And fill her with what she desires
And as I do I draw the knife from where it's strapped to my back
At the final moment of ecstacy
I stand up and slit her throat
Her blood spilling down
Over her perfect milky skin, and into the rich earth
At last I am satisfied and I fall back
Back into the shadows
Into my home, awaiting the next one
Copyright © Joelle Ferguson | Year Posted 2008
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