My Wolf

Wounded

I saw him -- a dark angel

He looked into me as far as his peridot eyes could see.

Woven over his pale skin was the black kiss of death.

He cradled my head against the deep scars on his chest.

Gently stroked my hair to soothe me as I wept.

I remember everything.

The taste of cigarettes and coffee

His rough tongue

The smooth words

The way he took my breath

I was swept up into his arms and his fingers brushed my breast.

The way he looked down at me like it was an unbearable shame to just leave me there again, before we'd even met.