Fair maiden went on her knees and leaned o’er me, with a certain sensuality that doth both thrill and repel.
Her voluptuousness was deliberate, causing mine heart to race, yet also to be filled with unease.
She didst arch her neck and, like an animal, lick her lips, whilst mine own throat felt the tender,
quivering touch of her lips and the hard press of two sharp teeth, barely grazing my flesh and lingering there.
and bit me.
:: 04.02.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 