She moves like smoke against me,
curling, twisting and turning
midnight ballet.
Lips red like cherry pits
and broken hearts.
Her words dance at my earlobes
and beat on my ear drums
as if lust had a soundtrack.
She is the shadow in the corner of the room,
the mystery behind the monsters in your closet,
a secret song of desire.
She's a blue flame fire,
beautiful yet dangerous,
burning at the highest degree.
She is the thunder that chases the lightning,
rolling in to claim your fear.
She is the siren of the night,
singing the stars to slumber.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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