Leai

I am the perfect prey vulnerable and weak malleable and persuaded slow to hear my hunters treading feet my head is lost in flighty dreams no, I will not put up a fight my eyes are transfixed on the deep hues of lust they are quick to believe my hunters guise I am the perfect prey you will never see me flee my feet stay rooted, buried in the ground I am a victim who yearns to be a target as each assailant feeds one by one I mourn that I could not give more shredded by their greedy hunger I am the perfect prey clever hunters cannot pass an easy meal but, why should they? why feel pity for the prey? when I was the one design

when the moon has finally succumbed to the flirtatious will of night and even stars grow weary of guarding peaceful slumbers the sneaky temptress twilight makes her move and slithers through my window as she glides into my bed, I can tell she is up to her old tricks my eyes forget to close and my mind forgets to sleep the darkened outlines of my room crumble as each breath escapes my lips and now I remember where I've hidden you, blue eyed boy how strange a sensation to remember your body a rekindled sullen mood your arms are a heavy warmth against my waist and your legs are clumsy giants that wrestle with mine all night yes, this