Lips like tasty wine
That I could get drunk on
Lips that are so fine
That I could die
From a gentle kiss
I could almost faint
From a kiss of passion
I could die
Turn me into a beast
With a nibble
Make me whimper
With a suckle
Give your lips to me
And I will be yours for eternity
She slipped from the shadows between the towering trees, keeping her senses out on alert, her lavender eyes skimming her surroundings. The night had the taste of storms on the quiet wind as it blew her silver hair across her face. The pregnant moon was...
Running on ever nimble feet Moonlight races through the shadows Through the trees Golden eyes in the dark Hiding in velvet, soft Paws to hands, pelt to skin All the better to lure her in The moon watches from above As the hunter...
The woods were quiet as the partial lunar eye peaked from behind silver wisps. The giants with their leafy limbs and branches were filled with Spring's new buds and thus swung heavily by Gods' breath. A romantic setting for bloody survival. ...