Exotic Love

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

Scarlet eyes whisper through my mortal heart

Creatures coldly burn our bond apart

Your soul heavenly grows at night 

His eerie touch fears the sunlight

 

Affection dangerously thirsts for temptation

Immorality propels with devastation

His pale skin softens the morbid whether

Death falls as light as an angelic feather

 

His fangs beautifully rot my veins 

Your hypnotic voice delicately bites with pain  

My flesh strangely hungers with desire 

Tasting the love of a Vampire

Awards:

Awesome you're the Winner

Jun 4, 2011

• Poems of Any
• Exotic Love

1st runner up

Jun 11, 2011

• Anything.
• Exotic Love

 

Author's Note

Thanks for the positive reviews, I extremely appreciate it :D
And for the negative reviewers, always remember this: "Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves." - Brendan Francis Behan
I'll continue to write even when you bring me down!!

Reviews

[Sothe (White Princess)]

Nice piece. I myself like writing about vamps, even if I hate Twilight with a burning passion. This describes old fashioned vampires though, the good old ones I have in my stories and not the terrible messed up ones that make no sense that people come up with now a days.....don't get me wrong I don't mean to offend anyone, but I have a right to express my opinion. Anyways, I love the image you included and the details are great for a short piece. Well Done.

[Max]

Dark, seductive, good imagery. Makes me think of True Blood :P
Nice job :)

[Helpless]

ooooo!!! me likes this one! :) dangerous and seductive! perfect! :)