By it dosent matter
Date: 5 November 2000
hungry
this burn so familiar
a trickling on the back
a heated whisper
on the back of my neck
i've felt her before
felt her as she looked
felt her gaze
felt her lovely eyes
finding me always
in these darkest of places
im nothing to her
till she has need
then im her all till sated she
i try to hide
i never answer her calls
but im always found
to die again in this wonder
of her hungry eyes
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