The cold breath on your neck
The icey touch of the hand,
Taking control and command
Head spins in wild confusion,
Is this real or is it illusion
You feel the danger, yet there’s excitement,
There is fear, yet also enticement,
Do you run away and flee
Or succumb to a primal need,
Rushing blood coursing through your veins
Yet cold dread fills you the same way,
In this moment will you be fill with life or death
Breathe a lustful or final breath,
In this dark night who can say
How this rendezvous will go this day.
fauxcroft 
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