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
Copyright © Rahima Espat | Year Posted 2016
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