His face was shadowed by a night that never was
a man on a mission to seduce his target of choice
sleepy voice that lulled her into submission
traced her lips with his finger then his tongue
taking her in, she fell into his darkness
his damage intrigued her, fading into him
needing to emerge, he took her wronged her, and left her
she turned vicious, and lashed out
he transformed her forever, becoming something unfamiliar
still hearing that sleepy voice
the whisper in the light that turned dark
his hands on her body pressing on her soul
the physical turning into a spiritual phenomenon
she wanted the kiss that first awareness of the dawn
he knew her weakness before she knew his name
eyes that told a story of her own weakness
she fell for the like of her own
Carrie Ann kawa 2008
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