For I am a creature of the night, born to glide along the edges of your mind, and call out to you when you need it least.
Born to move like silk against your skin, and be soft, and cool to the touch. Made to taste of honey and cream so as to fill your mind with hazy sweetness, born to obsess your thoughts.
A creature of the dark made to draw you in with eyes like the moon, big, and bright, and full.
Lips like fruit flesh, saccharine and refreshing, hands like water flowing over the skin, comforting, but harsh as if to wash away your fears, and filth.
I am made to be what you wish me to be,
at any given time.
Made to be your Keeper.
Made to be yours.