Taste of the darker side
Welcome in sinful little devil. I see your craving more, Take what you need and enjoy. 🖤Stay feral🖤 . In the shadowed heart of the ancient wood, Where moonlight drips like silver blood, The hunter stalks with silent tread, His bow unstrung, his prey ahead. She flees through thorns that tear her gown, A doe in flight, with pulse like thunder's sound. Her breath a mist, her eyes alight With fear and fire in the dead of night. He corners her beneath the oak, An ancient sentinel, cloaked in smoke. No arrow flies, no trap is sprung— Only his hands, relentless, strong. He pins her wrists against the bark, Rough fingers branding in the dark. Her back arches, a bow drawn tight, As shadows swallow fleeing light. His mouth descends, a predator's claim, Devouring whispers of her name. Love uncoils like venom sweet, In every bruise, in every beat. She yields, she fights, she melts to flame, Entwined in rapture, wild and tame. No dawn will break this savage vow— The hunter's heart has caught her now. Forever pinned to that dark tree, In ecstasy's eternity.
