Innocent

The hunt was coming to an end
Scared eyes, threatened by
A rush of blood and the heartbeats
Close to her frozen heart

Run or succumb to the moment
Breath just breath she thought
In a blink it will be over
Blood will color the night

Her eyes were dragged inside
Mirroring the hidden desire
With each look her fear lessened
All those forgotten kisses

A kind wind brushed her face
Her body shivered in reprise
How can it be cold
Yet feel so warm inside

Her lips went in for the kill
As hunter became the haunted.

2016/01/29