lingering deep you crawled to me.
a kiss became my heaven.
a sudden drug as I held you close in my hands.
as if you would break.
basking in the moonlight a softness of porcelain.
naked, you died in my arms.
something humane about the stroke of your blonde long locks of hair, the ice cold tint of blue in your eyes.
all I knew was this longing killed me too.
as I claimed your lips drowning myself in your supple skin I died just to keep you.
this haunting feeling it had to be love.
or was it fate?
yet I laid there.
you in my arms.
devouring me like a emotionally cannibal indulging yourself in the rich taste of me.
I thought you as my something pretty melting in the dark.
yet rivers exist to run when it's only me and you.
wanting to die but there's no use.
yet me and you was the only normalcy.
as I died once again just to taste you.
just to feel the heat of a fever whose seduction never ran cold.
yet I was eight years your senior, but to you I never looked old.
you loved me and no matter how undead I felt, my heart to you was worth gold.
yet in the inhabitants of the dark we lost control.
knowing this fever would never turn cold.
©darkmocha
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