Bite. Poem by Dolan Doran

walking away..trying to clear my thoughts.
a stranger walks up, a look of knowing on his face.
'May I'? he asks, gesturing out.
I nod, , keep walking.
we walk for hours it seems, before he speaks again.
'beatuiful' he wispers.
I glance over to him.
He's stopped. looking at Me.
I lean in, and wisper 'liar', with a look of malice on my face.
he leans in, touches my arms
a smile creeps up upon his face.
I don't think, just act.
a kiss.
More then that.
he presses me into the buliding, kissing more, deeper.
I encourage. It's the most I've felt...
since i walked away.
a wisper on his lips, 'relax'
'i am' I say. and kiss him more.
steadly he rises up to my neck, a nip is all I feel.
then pain. but only for a second.
then bliss. for what seems like days we stand there.
I wake up, alone, cold, and angry.
A dream.
I reach up and touch my neck.
not a dream.