Forward he leaned gazing to her eyes,
her pale hand he drew to lips,
Shivers leaking her gaze,
she surrendered,
His red lips opening,
hypnotic love whispers
along her hand
Biting
into sweet flesh,
bleed he breathed,
bleed unto my call,
and she oozed crimson flow,
Lowing her pale hand
upon his candled table,
quill in hand he drove its tip into her wound
he wrote to parchment,
My dearest blooded sweetness,
You are my wine,
Pausing, meeting her gaze,
Venturing forth quill dipped crimson flow,
he wrote,
Cold shivered skies, ice moon,
immortal loneliness darkest mind,
my delicious rose white,
I darkest of thorns,
entwined wines
~ Evermore mine ~
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Forward he leaned gazing to her eyes,
her pale hand he drew to lips,
Shivers leaking her gaze,
she surrendered,
His red lips opening,
hypnotic love whispers
along her hand
Biting
into sweet flesh,
bleed he breathed,
bleed unto my call,
and she oozed crimson flow,
Lowing her pale hand
upon his candled table,
quill in hand he drove its tip into her wound
he wrote to parchment,
My dearest blooded sweetness,
You are my wine,
Pausing, meeting her gaze,
Venturing forth quill dipped crimson flow,
he wrote,
Cold shivered skies, ice moon,
immortal loneliness darkest mind,
my delicious rose white,
I darkest of thorns,
entwined wines
~ Evermore mine ~
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014
When a vampire says I do..
I am often asked to write in darker ink, so to please readers of the night
may you shiver just a little in your blood...