i can almost feel
that fragile black lace
covering your tanned skin
-moon lit
and hungry.
hungry for nothing
but me.
in shadows,
on yellow midnight pavement echoed,
i can hear my name
pronounced ever so violently
in your voice only.
its then and only then
that i can see clearly!
show me your fangs again
for this moon full as it may be
is forever waning...
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