In a dream I saw her face In that dream our lips met Delicate, pedals of a flower Something I'll never forget. Fingers intertwined within my curls To the sky my gaze was hurled Exposing skin beneath my chin Fangs tore flesh A whirlpool's fin. Every ounce of my free will My pretext to not move She is the hunter I'm the prey Willingly I am hers.
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