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my desire
His footsteps pound the cobbled streets.
His breath warm and moist.
The stench of death drawing nearer coming closer.
Closer.
Closer.
I stumble and fall as I run from him.
I’m helpless now.
His pale cold hands grip my arms.
His breath cold on my cheek.
He lifts me onto his back.
The cold taking over.
My soul being devoured by an inhuman male.
I’m dying.
Slowly but surely I’m dying.
Is it my life being taken or just my body.
I don’t care my desire now fulfilled.
I’m alone.
I just joined this web site and have only started to read the different poems posted not sure why I read yours first but things happen sometimes for no reason. Anyway just want to let you know I enjoyed reading your poems, you have an interesting way of using words bringing out images – emotions. I found your poems touching, and while they are on the edge of social acceptability they make the reader want to finish reading the poem [which is a pretty important thing].