lips

Slow dripping red falling from the palest lips of the undead.

Oh, how I crave for your kiss when all is quiet and I am alone.

I wish for you to devour me without hesitation, consume all of me.

Let me feel all the fire you hide beneath that seemingly still serenity.

Fooling everyone but me.

I long to hear your breath on my neck.

I wait for your mouth wrapped so tightly on my skin.

No is not the end, not when my passion for you goes unbroken, unspent...unwavering desires of the craziest descent.

Reviews

[Carson Kramer]

Wow. This is beautiful! Such passion.

[AKhaus]

thank you very much for reading