By Damien Knight
I want her fear
I hunger for her blood
It drives me to madness
To smell her anxiety
Taste it in her sweat
Truth is I am a predator
I feed on it all
And she is willing prey
Knowing in the end what I desire
Above the cat and mouse game we play
I hunger for her love
Unending and filled with adoration
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