Cloudy night
There's a cloudy night and it's raining there's not many people on the street, the perfect time for hunting, to find myself a treat
People with the hoods up, trying hard to keep dry in the rain, eyes fixed on their mobile phones, they've disengaged their brain
Like a Barn Owl in flight I'm silent, I'm a quiet as a grave, they never hear me coming, it's the pretty ones I crave
Always it's the same, I love it when they freeze with the look of fear inside their eyes, it's over in an instant they've soon been glamoured and mesmerized
Once they've been glamoured they are compliant to my need, they tilt their necks willingly, allowing me me an easy feed
I must confess if it's a safe place I don't glamour them, I enjoy it when they scream and fight, I know I can easily overpower them but it breaks up a boring night
Soon after they'll awake unharmed but feeling confused and slightly little weak, but the wounds will heal and they'll recover fully in about a week
THE KINKY POET
