A/N: If you have been keeping up with my profile, then you should know that this is my attempt to ... explore my dark side. I didn't want to get too deep into things. (No, I did not want to start writing physical action of sex being performed) but there is mention of it here. With that being said, this is Rated M, read at your own risk... and tell me what you think. :)
Zombie
He's a man that doesn't take things lightly,
A man who let's his actions speak
louder than his words.
He's The Authority's golden goose,
and a puppet that likes to have their strings pulled.
Outside the ring,
he's a cold man with soulless eyes,
and a black heart.
And yet all of those traits seem
appealing to me...
What is this?
Why do I have these uncontrollable feelings,
and desires towards this godforsaken man?
That night I dream, a dream.
We lay with each other,
with heat radiating off our bodies,
as we move together
skin against skin,
and mouths drinking in each other's lust.
He grabs me by the neck,
and forces me to look up at him.
There's hunger in his eyes,
I know. He wants me.
No sooner than later,
the mirror on the wall began to fog,
and the room became hot and sweaty
with sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall,
and rough love making.
To finish the night off,
he bit into my flesh,
creating a mark of what we shared together.
"You're mine – and don't you ever forget it."
He warned darkly.
I let out an exhausted gasp in response,
and then I wake up in my bed - alone.
The dream had felt so real,
and the realization that dawned on me
almost felt like a dream itself.
I had to say this aloud,
just to confirm it to be true,
"I'm in love with a zombie."