The Figure In Red

Waiting.....Alone....With....You

I see a figure in the mist with the street lights lit,

Red soft curly hair her eye's dark as black cloth deep and empty staring at me,

It moves in a pattern not known to man a sweet sensation is in the air to night,

Biting down on those who allow her to feed her thirst,

Red curved smooth lips skin soft to touch,

Sweat drips off her body onto my cross then it drops  to the floor and burns into flames,

Alone....With....You

My blood my heart is beating fear through my veins because of you I can no longer see clear and feel numb,

We kiss you move your mouth towards my neck and I hear the crunch and feel the suction,

I have no control so let you drink from me as I would drink from a tap,

She did not drain me but I wish she did she had a taste of her rare steak then pushed me away,

Touching her made me feel alive even tho I was slowly dying inside,

Now when being in dark rooms I no longer feel alone,

Shadows not of mine follow me everywhere I go they think I don't see them I always look straight through them,

With....You

I was hooked on your beauty and I know now you put me in a trance nothing else matters or mattered,

Knowing there was no heaven in those eye's blinded by you then losing hope and most of my soul because I was drawn to you,

Reviews

[Barbara Borel]

This is phenomenal! All of it. I became you and felt all of it. Love love

[apageofmany]

Thank you really appreciate that glad you liked it.

[Barbara Borel]

Happy Holidays

[apageofmany]

Merry Christmas have a good one :)