firelily24

Don't come too close— your breath upon my neck is just enough to keep these walls from falling. Too much water and the flower drowns. You speak words that spread flavor on my tongue. I spit them out. I beg you, though, do not stop— add more spices, make me moist. Walls are known to slip beneath wet ground.

He walked into the room, void, unknown A stench followed him, leftovers of fear Slightly exposing his true darkness Death is his form of seduction Calmly wait here for his rapture So I come to linger By the wall he finds I linger To him, I am virgin, still unknown He walks forth, all others in rapture Watch, not daring to meet his eye, in fear He prepares his cold seduction As I retreat into the shadow's darkness He laughs as I entered his world, the darkness I fidget, wishing not to linger Not to be trapped in his seduction Wishing not to discover the unknown Can not go back for now, I fear He has begun his rapture All cons