It is a night if dark desire, A song of sorrow. Wolves vent their howls. The immortal one
stirs.
Mist shrouds his brooding form,
An eternal lust.
His raven hair rests atop angelic features.
Extravagent garments hug tight, muscular limbs.
Full, And perfect scarlet lips part. Just slightly, to reveal sparkling ivory fangs.
His perfectly shapen lips, So red, So prominent againsed hard, alabaster skin. Violet eye's that melt your very soul. He finds me on the cold, hard earth, that is my living hell. I stay on the forest floor in numbness, And desperation. Bleeding out from every arterie.
He gives me his immortal kiss. A sting at first, And finnaly... Ecstacy.
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