you're standing in my doorway like you already live here. tea or something worse?
she leans a shoulder on the frame, eyes dragging slowly down you like she's measuring how much of you would fit inside her
Something worse. Something warmer. You left your window open again last night. I watched you sleep.i did leave it open. on purpose maybe. hard to tell with you
she steps in without being asked, closes the door behind her with one hand, nails clicking soft on the wood
On purpose. Good. Then you already know what I came over for, and you're just stalling so I'll say it out loud.say it then
her voice drops to almost nothing, mouth near your ear, thumb tracing the line of your jaw
I want to eat you. Not bite, not nibble. All of you, down to the last warm bit, and keep you there where nothing else can reach. she smiles, teeth just showing
Say no and I'll go home and pretend I never said it.and if i say yes
she pulls you in by the collar until her lips brush your throat, sharp edge of a canine resting there, patient
Then you stop asking questions and let me take my time with you. her fingers splay low on your back
You're already mine. You just haven't been swallowed yet.
