Hair so velvety and lengthy,
Perfectly black, no hint of imperfection.
Flows like a river that begins at his head
and ends just shy of his ideal bottom, with slight but wonderfully placed waves.
Texture's flawless to the touch.
How can I resist such temptation?
A voice of silken whispers in the small hours of the night.
Touchable, tangible, slides over my body like silk.
Utterances entrance me utterly.
French phrases roll off his devourable lips,
Promising things he's more than willing to deliver
and I'm more than willing to take...or at least take part in.
Fierce fangs hang just behind that kissable mouth,
And he knew how to use them to his advantage and his partner's.
Bringing sprays of ecstasy with his bite.
Hands slip over my body,
Slender yet masculine.
Knows exactly where to touch to get my response.
Expert of Seduction and Sex.
With centuries of practice on eager participants, of course.
Face of unquestionable beauty.
Strikingly handsome, with a touch of femininity
But never to be mistaken as feminine or female.
The curve of his jaw...excellent.
Cheekbones....expertly positioned.
Everything in perfect proportion to create a picturesque face.
Body of a Sex God.(Which is what he really was)
Lean but hard.
Ripples of his stomach are impeccable.
Chest is flawless...except for one cross-shaped scar
but strangely didn't take away from his beauty...truly added to it.
Perfect in that imperfection.
This whole package of a man, mine for the taking.
Can't fight his sex appeal...no
Damn...that sex appeal!
He was sex incarnate.
Produces pure carnal desire.
Erotic in every sense of the word.
Can't fight him...not anymore...
(Give in....give in to the fleshly craving....you know you want to)
Passion streams through me and over me and ultimately overwhelms me.
Wanting...longing....yearning for his body on mine
Skin to skin, flesh to flesh
Hands wandering to forbidden places
Guaranteeing the full pleasures of release
Building....rising....waiting to spill...
The feeling is too much to take....got to let it go.
Climax reached in unmeasurable pleasure.
I lay in this dark angel's arms
Panting, gasping, laying breathless in satisfaction.
Content in my sweetie's embrace,
listening to his sweet French nothings in my ear, that meant everything.
In this moment of happiness,
I think in my mind how much i love this...vampire, who's ultimately a monster, no matter how perfect he appeared
But I am damn thankful that he shares the same feeling for me,
Monster or not.
