My Name Is Malice, And This Is What I Do...

by Hurtingsoul   Aug 12, 2011


Before he was mine
He was hers
Happy and peaceful
With her

I seductively claimed him
Only days after
He broke away
From her

I sucked him dry
Consumed him
Raked my fingertips
Over the goose pumps
On his skin

Used to bite him
At the nips of his neck
The curves of his hips
Content with sinking my teeth in
Licking his wounds in the aftermath
Taking and taking, never giving

Making love to him
In the way I love flesh
Devoid of emotion
Senseless, apathetic, sinful,
Sinister in my ways
I ruined him.

Whispered sweet nothings
In his ears
Promised great love
Swore loyalty
Lies, all of them
Yet he,
Believed every single word

Near the end
He figured out the truth
Tears ran down his cheeks
Flushed with anger
Quivering lips
Spat horrid obscenities
I showered in them devilishly

Before he was mine
He was hers
Happy and peaceful
After me
He was broken
Miserable and bitter
Forever

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