You can see so much from just a shoulder, the way it sits, the bareness that beckons.
Does it conform to the rest of the body?
Rigid and uniform.
Or, does it attract and allure…
It’s subtle slant an invitation to the sadist, whose eyes can read such things.
You see a bare shoulder, but the sadist sees the words “take me” written in bold ink upon her parchment as black as the dress that so perfectly adorns her body and reflects his obsidian heart. He knows that to become lost in her would be to find himself.
Because yes it is just a shoulder, but one piece of exposed flesh is all a wolf needs to see to become bloodthirsty, ravenous and obsessive.
He can already taste her blood on his tongue.
Feel his teeth sinking into her flesh.
But despite his thirst he remains composed, for unlike many that share his desires he need not track her down.
For he knows that when she begins to run, and run she will.
It shall not be away from him, but instead into his arms.
For just as a glance of exposed flesh is all it takes to remind this man that within him dwells a wolf.
A mere glimpse at that wolf’s teeth is all it takes to remind that woman whose shoulder shines with temptation and opportunity that within her is a lamb, one that is not only unafraid, but willing.