Jul 2013
he looked at me,
with eyes of red.
he spoke to me,
his words harsh.
he looked at me,
with voice of dead.
he spoke to me,
his eyes of the marsh.
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his teeth were sharp
my tongue was his harp
his claws on my skin
my heartbeat was his sin
his eyes were red
my wrists pinned to the bed
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he looked at me,
expected fear,
there was none to hear.
with eyes of red.
he spoke to me,
his words harsh.
he looked at me,
with voice of dead.
he spoke to me,
his eyes of the marsh.
-
his teeth were sharp
my tongue was his harp
his claws on my skin
my heartbeat was his sin
his eyes were red
my wrists pinned to the bed
-
he looked at me,
expected fear,
there was none to hear.
werewolf in love with a human, forbidden love, yadda yadda
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Been a while since I've written! Trying something new, message me with your thoughts?
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Been a while since I've written! Trying something new, message me with your thoughts?
