Poetry By Adonica
Group ID: lady_adonica_madelia

The Feast

Stopping,waiting, breathing hard.
Looking ,staring, heatbeat can be heard.
Wanting,longing,patince almost gone.
Tasting,licking,smells of blood.

Screaming,crying,tears without mercy.
Satsifaction,pleasure,this is my curse.
Loveing,caring, remorse no longer a choice.
Silence,quiet,the eternity of dark.

Copyright©January2004 Adonica