my world
By cherietree
kiss on the throat,
touch of dark,
feel your blood caress your neck,
the hot crimson liquid tastes divine,
Vampire pushes it down your spine,
corsets ribbon gently tugged,
falls to the floor you hear your heart thud,
runs his tongue over your breasts,
to your clit and back o your neck,
you are he slave he is the master,
if theese are your last hours you want that to change,
all you have is your ectasy to blame,
your human teeth sink into his neck,
you make him bleed you make him erect,
But he takes over more roughly instead,
you hear him moan as you cry,
then your moans turn into sighs,
moans and screams you relise,
both your bodies in love and lust,
he turns you into a creature of the night,
now every night you feel this delight,
locked in eternity you and him,
a beautiful dream of ectasy or a nightmare of sin.