Stamping his heart with love and a kiss. Signing his neck with her tongue and a couple of licks. Writing poetry on his flesh with little vampire bites. That's how she writes down her signature on the love of her life's smooth delicate coffee coloured skin* ~
satisfaction is the death of desire i guess thats why im still lit like a live wire still cant come to grip with my life because im a liar desperate and only shallow as that high diver your conceptions are hollow how am i a conniver