Skin of Ivory,
lips of rose,
gold marble eyes and dainty toes.
Ice cold skin,
stone and hard,
his eyes tense and watchful,
standing guard.
Pearly white teeth,
and sequin limbs.
Sinking fangs,
letting the blood swim.
Pools of red,
like velvet ribbon.
The urge to drink, to surrender to the scent,
many a day wasted and not spent,
avoiding the desire,
to devour,
and to cherish.
Many a life will perish
in a nightmare…
but a dream…
Comments
love your work
i loved reading this piece of work
beautiful and spooky
haha Edward Cullen much?
he could never become a boring subject matter
:)
and thank you for all of your endearing words,
new comments never go unappreciated.
all of your work is lovely as well and ill be sure
to venture further into the depths of your writing
when I get home tonight =]
wow, we share a name, it is mine, but , unaware, you borrowed it to create something beautiful.