11 June 2012
Moving softly into my room. Floating, almost, from the gloom.
She comes in nothing but a mask. Has she come to give me all I ask?
She presses her finger upon my lips as I grab her gently by the hips.
She looks into my eyes and moves in for the kiss. Thrusts me into a state of bliss.
We writhe around in silent pleasure Taking things at our leisure.
Until the moment comes. I can feel my blood, it runs.
Do your teeth cut your lips? Or is it my blood that drips from your crimson fangs? You must be having hunger pangs!
Thats great because I'm yours to consume. So I don't care for a little wound.
Vampiress • Opuss № I