Creeping, weaving through the undisturbed night, he seeks darkness to shelter in a while, at home in places without light, comforted by the absence of burning oil. He wanders about with hungry feet, anxious to reap once more.
Still and silent he watches her sleep, up and down her breath does fall, until a burgeoning mound is felt, awakening his loins below. She looks to be his prize tonight, her lovely skin so fair, spotted with freckles he needs to touch, moonlight reveals a cascade of crimson hair.
His mind becomes a frenzied place of crashing thoughts and erotic rage, all seizing his frame until he fears he cannot hold back his lustful waves. He knows too well how this will end, and though he tries to pretend, an explosive fire burns on the wind, his fair find unable to defend.
She’ll shed tears as he makes his leave, and he’ll make himself her savior believe, crushing her innocence without reprieve, proving himself amongst worthless thieves. Stony is his countenance, the rush before now long gone and into the night he makes his escape, away from approaching dawn.
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