Le Petit Morte

Just another link in the chain ...

Bound to flesh- limbs hopelessly entangled as lips draw closed o'er
something like innocence- slowly being bled; taken and laid naked upon the
dark altars of the heart ...

The frail cloth of reason ...

Torn away as serpentine tongues slither over bare and exposed flesh-
tauntingly, desperately falling into an intrciate and delicate web of
desires and release chained to those sharp mortal breathes ...

Were it unbidden ?

It doesn't seem so now- A body laid open to the shadows of the night, the
suckled passion fruit seems overly ripe for the taking- Sweet? Yes, now
close your eyes and feel those old senses die ...

Cruel?

To submit to a shudder, and let that ecstasy pool and fill you up until you
plead with me to come inside ... I will take you if you wish, to taste
something of forever, to let immortality draws its first breath ...

Or if to leave ...

What is it you wish for?- Are there such dark corners of your mind? Let us
play in them, like children of the night- loosed and unbound ...

Just step into my Lair ...

Let our dark spirits run free into the night.
 
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