My love, what would you do with me?

I love the tender, smooth, caressing touch.

I feel you in the fire, the fire that has singed my wings.

To make love would be a feast

To feed the beast within my chest.

I pray that you still care

That I’m fragile and breathe fresh air.

The love I feel from your stare.

My heart beats from the longing you greet.

My mind always recognizes you

Through many times and many lives.

I say I will offer you my neck.

Will you sink the teeth that drink?

Will you stop and leave me there

Only wishing your love to drink?

Where does one go but into a soul?

The soul knows no death, no girth

But sear you it must, as love sets you free

When you’re so close,

I am drawn to seek you out.

I can feel your passions hunger.

Must I write much longer?


As I see you stand next to me.

I become so light-headed

From you scent,

Such a pleasant harbor of intoxication.

I feel my heart skip a beat

As you slowly touch my face,

To touch my lips

And tenderly bite me on the neck.

I feel you slowly draining me

But let you I must,

For your love has captured me.

Being one of the same blood,

Through many passions of love and life,

I still can’t believe

You asked me to be your wife.

Your scent liner’s long after you pass