The smell of you, lingers on my skin, the taste of you dwindles on my mind.
Don't force me, dont hate me for I am what I am. And you are the life my skin, tingles to..
Come here my precious let me
inhale you, come to me my face, let me be one with you.. your ripe for the taking, and I'm here for the reaping .
I'm ready for my next art.this one I shall show to the world. I'll let them bask in my glory, I'll let them eat from my hands,as I have eaten from them. They shall embrace me like a true artist, for they shall not know my medium. and by then my art will be great. And another life shall be in the maze I call art.. for with its beauty comes a new day, and for you my prize comes the death of a sudden wisper..
YOU ARE READING
My, What A Pretty Face
Mystery / Thrilleryou would call it horror but u would not know true beauty even if it spat in your eye..
