Black velvet, silky, dark, she moves between the raindrops, not wet but not dry. She maintains a balanced relationship with the shadows. Darkness gives liberally and takes what it needs. She silently pays each transaction, inhaling the void, exhaling pain -- spilling her breath upon those of whom she’s spilled blood, carnal energy vibrating gently through her long, wispy eyelashes. Calm chaos throbs patiently in her fingertips. With snake-like seduction, poisonous provocation, the young warrior stalks her prey unconsciously. The pitch-black ink of her gaze always leaves a fortunate stain. Slicing silence, removing reality, absorbing all, the panther woman smoothly sinks her curved claws into your unassuming soul.
It belongs to her;
you belong to her.
About the Creator
Dillon Brady
an observer compelled to describe
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