Queen Of The Night

[soulfir3]

Within her palm,
she holds her bloom
Pale with white beauty
feeling the incision of the one she loves
Strike hollow, bone deep
soul flows hot and liquid fire
Staining the white to reddened desire

Her eyes shone black
as he gathered her close
Smothering her with his ashen cloak
teeth bared sharp and descended upon
Her soft bared neck,
veins beating strong
Her blood flowed free
and across the skin
He murmured desire, coaxing from her more

He stood behind, with hand on her hip
as lack of life,
Slowly she drifts, feeling his fingers
touch her soul
Too his own shape, she feels herself form
his gentle guidance
Into his darkened keep

Teeth sink deeply and drink
Queen of the Night,
born within her
Sitting silently deep in his lair
feeling her desire for the darkness
Slowly grow

[anirbas]

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! S'fir...Will you post this one in The Dungeon, as well? Please...
It will go so well with all the other little vampires hatching out down there...
Pretty please, reprise it and share it in The Dungeon, too...Oh, almost
forgot to say, it's grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat...But, please, put it down there, too...
With the rest of the coven...LOL...LOVED IT! Nir.

[soulfir3]

*grins* Delighted you enjoyed this piece so much. has been moved to the dungeon as requested


*runs up to Nir and offers a red rose*