∾⋞ CHELSEA ⋟∾

               Conversations with Demetri  tent to be filled
               with his almost intrusive charm, being used
               to  his  sugared  words  Chelsea  simply
               smiled in return. 

                                                    ‘ w o n d e r f u l !!!
                                             i was thinking about someone young
                                                     and preferable italian maybe? 
                                                           just nothing pale and old like
                                              those tourist we usually get served. ‘

  ‘ i prefer them young and fresh,
      flowers blooming on the spring of youth.
              so plump and juicy —– ’

         unwanted thoughts clawed at his throat,
         tongue  clad  in   venom  most   acidic.
         thirst    screaming   for    the   hunt.

  ‘ pick a place, my dear.
        anywhere other than here. ’