I pull you close.
My eyes flutter to shut.
I kiss you.
Lips interwine, yours and mine.
There's a bitter silence in the air.
I open my eyes
and watch the shadows
dance behind your head.
A claw forms.
Clawing for me.
I can't look away.
I bite your lip a bit.
Goose bumps rise.
Fog steams the window.
Droplets trickle down the glass.
You kiss my neck.
Revulsion settles in.
I bite my lip.
I taste metallic blood.
I pull back. Something doesn't feel right.
The spell is broken.
Enlightenment strikes.
" Maybe its just not my night..."
But there's so much more
that I don't say.
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a good poem, perhaps it was not your night, emotions let us know if something is right or wrong in life, a good descriptive piece.
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