Burn.

This one is for those who love maneaters. That is, until, you’re all eaten up. Thanks for reading you soulmate seeker singeing your lips on those unworthy of your kiss.

he loves the burn of her;
the fierce and the fire

his daydream of curve and fury and silence

her flashes of green iris
as she paces his cage

it’s only on him
he prays she preys

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