
In response to bwarren’s
Sunday Whirl Wordle #613
Crafty was he
trapped was she
Lips dipped low
to drain her life blood
He swallowed her cry of pain
shifting her to settle against him
The brilliant shine of his dark eyes
devoured her slim form
Never stray from me again
his voice hypnotic compelled
She knew she was not brave enough to stay and would run again
He – knew – it – too …
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