She stands before me
her eyes the color of insanity
and like a spider to
a fly i followed her in
wishing to be cocooned in her
silken embrace
she was beautiful
her hair looked afire
crackling with energy
I reached out to touch her;
cautiously (as if she was a feral as she looked)
afraid she wasnt real
as soon as i made contact
our lips crashed together
like wild wolves
all teeth and tongue
in that one blurred second
I loved her
and then...
she was gone
Please tell me what you think
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This is great! I love the metaphors in here, and the ending is amazing but so sad too. Great job!



