This shine,
the light that invades every corner.
It fills the air,
breaking through the darkness,
shattering the peace.
Put it out, shut it out.
Turn to you.
This is not ended.
The light cannot defeat the dark.
The dark is within this moment.
It's there in your eyes.
The inky blackness that brings us to this moment.
The fury and the passion.
You reach for me.
I pull away.
It's my turn.
A blur of motion
and your hair in my hand.
Soft flowing fibers pulled taut with the force.
Pulling harder.
I see you cringe and it pleases me.
Tipping your head back,
exposing the milky flesh
where your shoulder meets your neck.
A sharp intake of breath.
I grin.
You know what comes next
and you moan for it
as I plunge my face into that soft hollow,
bury my face in that crevice,
savor the scent of your throat.
I lay my lips against the spot
where I can feel the life coursing through you.
Steadily beating and flowing,
calling to me...
I sigh.
I flick my tongue out
for just a momentary taste.
I scrape my teeth against that tenderness.
I breathe it in.
I bathe in it.
You make the slightest of movements
when my teeth sink in.
A quick bite down
then I'm tearing, pulling,
coaxing.
Your muscles tighten
and suddenly you're pulling me closer.
My face immersed in flesh
until I can't breathe.
I don't even want to.
When you pull away it's a sudden violent exodus,
leaving me stunned,
running my tongue along my lips
savoring the crimson taste of you.
It lingers.
It sings to me.
Watching you as you raise a hand to your throat,
I stand there
covered in gore, covered in you.
I can feel it, smell it, as it runs down my chin,
drips onto my chest.
I wipe at it,
raise my reddened hand to my mouth,
run my tongue along my palm.
Savor it.
Breathe it in.
Suddenly I'm on the floor.
You stand above me.
Rage and passion come together in your eyes.
Flash of movement and you're on your knees.
Now it's your turn to grin.
Arms around my waist,
pulling me to you, crushing me to you.
Your mouth is on me.
Your tongue rolls across my chest,
Your teeth nip at my flesh.
Rapid breath.
Quick heartbeat.
I can hear yours beating with mine.
It's a song.
It's a hum.
And now, the feast begins.
