I crept near the cage, footsteps quieted, courage in my heart.
There he rested, curled up and watching.
His brown black hair mussed, muscles rippling.
Eyes closed, he lay unaware of my entrance.
Breathe exhaled from his nose, trapped behind the steel bars.
I slipped a hand into a worn pocket, fishing around
for the tiny silver key to open the cage.
The key's delicate neck clicked in the lock.
Stepping back, I braced myself for the beast.
His eyes shot open, body ready for an attack.
He looked at me with those eyes,
those eyes that pierced an arrow through my heart.
Immediately enchanted, I approached.
He pounced, pinned me, teeth out.
But instead of fear, it was passion that overtook me
and drove me to let the Beast out of the cage.
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