Taken by the hand, mesmerized by the dark-headed mystery man
His tuxedo black, with nothing but his golden eyes exposed through the concealing, silver wolverine mask
"May I have this dance?" His voice so confident and honeyed before showing a grin
Heart racing a bit, those sharp, hungry eyes piercing her within
Flutters from her stomach up to her chest, feeling the warmth of her flushed cheeks now matching her crimson dress
She answers with "Yes"
Stepping toward him, she knows he must sense her nervousness,
The lights start dimming, the keys of the piano begin to give off a romantic essence
She leans in as her thick brown curls touch his shoulder
She breathes in his scent, feelings of lust and euphoria overwhelm her
"What is this", she thinks to herself getting a bit closer
He holds her, takes a look into her eyes and it starts to control her
Spins her around but she can't look away, it feels too ecstatic in his powerful gaze
He lifts his hand and touches her face, heating the blood running through her veins
Looking up to catch a glimpse of her reflection, passing in front of the golden, resin framed mirror in her direction
Stricken with terror, not believing her eyes, this can't be real she's losing her mind
As she sees herself standing alone, moving around the ballroom
Her arms holding thin air but there were none holding her, pulling her back in and turning her chin to him
"Don't be afraid", he tells her with his capturing voice
"But if you are, you can go.. it is entirely your choice"
Smiling again with that seductive grin
Her feet continue to dance, and she's loving this trance
"Pull me closer" she begs, her own two feet move her legs
She's up against him now, inches from his face
"You're the most beautiful woman and I just need a taste"
She gasps before he comes to her red lips, such a flavorful kiss, one hand on her face, the other squeezing her hip
His voice enters her mind and she hears him calling "Are you ready my love?"
"Yes..." she moans with her desperate plead of desire and longing
"Close your eyes my darling," he whispers softly
Bringing her hair from her neck, she knows this choice is costly, but she gives in to him, his touch so ungodly
He breathes down her neck kisses under her ear, as intense sexual feelings start to steer her
So sharp, the pain feels delightful as his fangs sink in and the blood trickles down to her breast
This is it, it's happened and shes feeling the best
With stains of red on his collar, he's finally got her
Glancing in the mirror once more, she starts to vanish,
Licking blood off his lips, in love and enchanted
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