FORBIDDEN

You dare not speak my name.

Still it burns upon your lips.

Others have come to know me.

Their stories have never been told.

I wait for you.

I know you are close.

I smell your fear.

You have seen me because I have allowed it.

I have haunted you in your waking hours.

I taunt you in your dreams.

I eagerly watch as you approach.

My tongue parts my lips.

My fingers part my thighs.

Slowly tracing them with my nails.

It is time.

You know there is no turning back.

But dread knowing that you do not want to.

I am forbidden.

For centuries my story has been told.

I am legend.

For some I am a myth.

Those are the ones who cower from their own lust.

My name dare not be spoken from those who fear I will hear them.

Some try to create an image of me in their mind.

In the end it is I who will chose the ones who will see me.

It is I who chooses the ones who will satisfy my hunger for human flesh.

I will lure them.

I will seduce without speaking a word.

I will bring such pleasures they will not feel the pain.

You look into my eyes only to see the last reflection of yourself.

You watch as I draw in breath.

Breathing in your essence I am satisfied with my choosing.

Slowing tracing my lips and teeth with my tongue.

With silent command I order you to place yourself on my bed.

"Do you offer yourself to me freely?"

You simply nod your head.

"You offer yourself knowing I am forbidden.

Knowing you walk away from those you claim to love.

Does your lust for me over power your commitments?

Do you rid yourself of shame to partake of me?"

You speak not one word.

Guilty silence.

Your confession is heard.

I perch myself upon you.

Slowly I bind your hands.

Not for fear of your escape.

For my own pleasure.

Each move I make is slow and deliberate.

I have seduced men for years.

I feel you pulse inside of me.

You will fail at your attempt to prolong release.

Your fear heightens.

It excites me.

I lean forward.

My nipples harden and I allow you to take them in your mouth.

Satisfied I gaze in your eyes.

You tilt your neck exposing yourself to me.

I feel you shiver from the burn of my cold lips.

I tighten myself on you.

My teeth pierce your flesh.

Your agony excites me more.

It is the only time my blood runs warm.

Feeling the warmth of your release almost makes me feel human.

Feeling your mortal life escape you reminds me that I am not.

You no longer fear that I will take your soul.

You fear that I will leave it behind.

By Robinette
aka
AVID
Copyright 2007