Desire

a - desire vamp

She looks into his eyes, a look of want, of desperate need.
He returns her gaze, with a want of his own, 
only, his desires do not compare,
with the horror she has in store.
As she pulls him close, she can smell his desire,
emanating from him, in great waves of lust.
He closes his eyes, carnal thoughts running through his mind,
so overcome, he barely notices the bite.
When he eventually he does, he begins to fight,
feeling the life being sucked from his veins.
But it’s too late, she’s already claimed it.

A - website footer

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

A WordPress.com Website.

Up ↑

Wendy Pratt Writing

Poetry, Creative Non Fiction, Workshops and Writing Courses

Inking Prose & Poetry

The Art of Prose and Poetry

Fevers of the Mind

Writing, Poetry, Short Stories, Reviews, Art Contests

UHI Blog | Bloga UHI

Where learning means more | Far a bheil ionnsachadh a’ ciallachadh barrachd

%d bloggers like this: