By Ramin Melikov
Yesterday, I was trapped
In jaws of a lion,
Crying for help.
I died.
I died but I’m born again.
And tonight, I’m the lion
And you are my game.
But lucky for you,
My passion is rushing
To free you.
But you don’t wish to be freed.
Your eyes dare to test me,
You’re not even fighting.
You wish to be slayed.
I’m about to unleash
My gargantuan hunger
On this body of yours.
You are my possession.
I own you.
I’m on you.
I will do all that I want.
But first feel my roar.
Shiver now!
Your soul’s hour has come.
Enough of this foreplay.
I’m starving.
I will share you with no one.
You’re all will be mine.
Your cries will be loudest.
Your pain will be endless.
Your blood will be rushing.
Your eyes will be rolling.
“Oh God!” you’ll be screaming,
And thinking you’re dreaming,
And then begging for more.
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