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Hunger Moon

Velvet Noir Society: Dark poetry

By Latoya M.Delbridge Published 4 months ago 1 min read

The forest knew the beast you were,

And I, the pulse beneath your fur.

The moon rose high, your eyes went

red,

And still I followed where you led.

You snarled my name into the air,

Then broke me gently, laid me bare.

A predator who loves too deep—

You haunt the woods where secrets

sleep.

Life

About the Creator

Latoya M.Delbridge

Avid paranormal romance and murder mystery reader! proud marine scientist and content creator

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