Straying Away

I look and wonder what you are like inside, The superficial aspect that I see intrigues my like. I estimate the treasure that you hold; Your mind itself a temple of gold. Lost in the colors expelled by your hair strands, Fantasizing in what else lies within your hands. Your touch; the way it rises the hairs on my skin. Engulfing me in mixed feelings of fear and excitement. Like a panther on a wet dark night I silently observe you like my prey. Before you can think of it I will be holding you, Your neck between my teeth will be my prize. The last of your twitches will take me back in time, Where I would observe waiting for the right moment. The consumption of your being will be the final touch; Devouring the forbidden fruit and proving my dominion. -Inactive Volcano