Dark Love
Soft and gentle I come to you....
My voice drips with honey
You'r enraptured with my skin
On the bed you leave your money
And then the knife begins to sting
You fool, you never had a chance
I wanted you for blood and gore
You came hoping for romance
Your look is uncomprehending
As the red seeps to the floor
I drink from your life force
And then quietly close the door....
For That Dark, Dark contest.....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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