I feel your presence behind me,
Danger fills
my body,
I like our
little game of cat and mouse in the dark forest,
Feeling scared
is what makes me feel alive.
…
Through the
lens of a dark romance reader
I explore
what I hid so shamefully within my mind,
Always
craving one particular hunt,
Forbidden
fantasies, taboo attraction,
My inner
fire burns my skin from the inside.
…
Your shadow
lingers in the corner pitch-black,
My throat
aches for the firmness of your grip,
I want
the weakness to consume me,
I don’t want
to feel safe.
With you
it is so easy, always ready to play these games with me
And flirting
with my demons – never bored, a constant thrill.
My nose
recognizes you even when you follow at a distance,
Trying to
keep it low, blending into the scenery, leaving no trace.
The stillness
of your breath has mapped my spine,
Tattoo of
a new kind, where every shiver is a prelude to pleasure,
Never –
ending sweet pain.
I let
the fear sink deeply into my bones,
Marks of
possession, so well-known to me.
I walk through
the empty alleys knowing you can catch me anytime,
While the
safety of the forest holds our wickedness at bay.
…
You make
your presence clear, your raspy voice telling me to run away
Your fiend
cannot wait any longer, the cage not strong enough to contain it,
You and
I – a game of predator and prey.
You caught
me or I let you – we will keep it as it looks to untrained eyes.
The chase
is over, time to unleash what we carefully hid,
And the
night is our only witness as the game ends here,
Where
our wickedness begins.
