THE DEVOURING

THE DEVOURING

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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Perhaps best read in the wind of whispers during a vampire dusk…

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Darkness…. and he is there… watching… waiting… wanting… you feel him… sense his approaching…

 

Do you see him? there… in those shadowed places… the edges where your foot never steps… where your heart races but fears to enter…

 

You wonder… what would it be like to explore?  to be explored? in dreams perhaps… you feel this place… where his shadow sits… hungry… to be satisfied in you… only in you…

 

Open your eyes… and in silvered reflections see…  your hair… dancing softly on your shoulders… gently resting on your breasts… gown of raven silk… drifting down your body… like water in a brook… hovering over your sensual form… made for him… mirrored reflections of you… draped in darkness…

 

Twelve mirrors… an eternal ring surround you… you glance into their depth… wondering who you are… wanting to be hunted… discovered… longed for above gold or power… wanting to be wanted… your name whispered on the winds… forever… for all eternity…

 

And now… you feel his fingers… reaching in the candlelit darkness… touching the soft, bare skin on your neck… caressing… their movement like lightning pulsing through you… shivers of pleasure rippled up and down your spine…

 

Your eyes now glance up… only you… no other reflection… but he is there… behind you… you feel his warm breath moving over your neck… hear the sound… like a ravenous animal… you sway… fire moving inside you… hungering for his touch…

 

His fingers… slide… down your body… drifting… fingertips dancing… touching… playing… holding you… for moments… you open your mouth to moan, but can only breathe the deepest sigh…

 

Now his fingers move softly up your dress… pressing on your body… caressing… lifting slowly… and your lips whisper… “want…” and your voice echoes… he responds… pressing up close behind you… his body warm like fire… engulfing you… nearly suffocating you in his embrace…

 

You sense a devouring hunger… for you… only for you… impatient… unbridled… famished… and you feel his teeth… scraping over your neck… warm song of his breath on your skin…  and then… the ecstasy of being devoured as his teeth press in… you gasp… eyes closed tight… you fall back into his grasp… reach behind you… cling to him… gripping him in your hands…

 

In this moment you know there is no world to him but you… as he feeds upon you, drinking you in, you look upon the mirrors… see your face… filled with the deepest pleasure… see you standing alone yet no longer alone… there… in the mists of reflecting liquid light you stay… he feasts on you… wanting nothing else… no one else…

 

You feel his fingers unbuttoning your raven dress… wanting all of you… for his own… pressing up to you… you moan… feel every hindrance slip to the floor… you lean back… still in his grasp… your body electric as he thrusts over you… devouring you… deeper in… more and more… breathless…

 

You stand in reflections… mirror upon mirror… dressed only in candlelit glimmers… and satisfied beyond measure… in a room of reflections… and yours is the only one…


© 2019 An owl on the moon


Author's Note

An owl on the moon
The moon is my sun, the night is my day, blood is my life and you are my prey. - Ajintsu

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"...the edges where your foot never steps… where your heart races but fears to enter…"

I was totally absorbed, stopping only to pause, to catch the breath you took away.



Posted 1 Month Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Week Ago

Ah, dear Kelly! Happy New Year! When first you read it was autumn... now winter has come... May it b.. read more
'.. you look upon the mirrors… see your face… filled with the deepest pleasure… see you standing alone yet no longer alone… there… in the mists of reflecting liquid light you stay ..

Whereas your poetry is usually full to the brim with delightful Alice, here you've hit the roof! What passion grows from start to finish! Your skill as a writer truly shows here because you move into your desire with short phrases... gaining momentum line by lin. The victim or one desired if you prefer, feels the touch, then the gradual invasion.. the battle of rapture given, taken, then.. then fades into that reflection.. surely replete! This is a poem to read on a chilly night, Owl!

Posted 2 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Month Ago

Ah, thank you so much Emma. I am grateful you read the words... and know Dorset can have some chilly.. read more
The piece got more intense with every line. It is like a volcano getting ready to erupt. And erupt it does into hot molten made of desire and passion.

Posted 2 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

2 Months Ago

Ah, my friend, so glad to see you by. I remember such fun autumn days in California. Hope you're enj.. read more
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In the blood is life and life is love ..love and life ...eternity 🌹

Posted 2 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

2 Months Ago

Yes, how true. Life and love mingled into the fabric of forever.
The. momentum gathered as I read this piece with its wonderful poetic expression and vivid imagery. I am sure I felt those teeth sinking into the flesh of my own neck. With Halloween on the doorstep a timely and dark offering, much enjoyed, though read with the light on. It's in the early hours here in the UK. Fabulous work.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

2 Months Ago

So grateful you could enjoy the words on the dark hour's doorstep. Thank you Chris.
Quite erotic piece here. The ending left an eerie, supernatural feeling.

Posted 2 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

2 Months Ago

Thank you for stopping to read, my friend.

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2018 was a journey through my poetic novel, An Owl on the Moon. 2019 will find me going back to a deep inspiration for me... Wonderland... The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; .. more..

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