She is a sweet predator...
When the night draws the curtains,
She gets up so thirsty…
Alone she wanders
And
Drifts…
Skin so soft…
Scent of roses all around her…
Eyes inviting the skies…
Hands seducing the butterflies…
Lips of mist…
A perfect prey to
Begin the day
She looks for…
A trap here and there
And she wants more…
Some victims…
Necks to bite
And they bleed…
She lavishes herself
On their blood…
Delicious moments
Make her who sees
So blind…
When morning comes her
Secret she does hide
And comes home to
Sleep inside of me
Feeling so free…
Karla Bardanza
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