Two marks on my neck, blood dripping down. Fangs obseanely perching out of your mouth, gasping for air.
A look on my face, not sure of what to think. You wipe my blood off your face, then lick whats left off your fingers.
Apologizing for what you just did, I assure you its alright. I stumble and fall, from the loss of my inner fluids; You catch me.
How can it be? Your warm, aren't vampires supposed to be cold? A breath in my ear, a soothing voice, 'You taste good'.
I cannot help but to kiss your cold cheek, and hope that you'll accept. While on your arm I then see, an engraving of whats to be.
A heart with the words in it, 'be mine.' and he kisses my lips. 'Will you? my dear?' he whispers yet again, and I simply respond 'of course'.
for that of which, be a vampires valentine, and I'll give him my love; and blood. Yet again.
Toxic_Pinup_ · Sat Feb 07, 2009 @ 07:33pm · 0 Comments |