His crimson lips come closer,
slowly, softly touching her neck.
Pulling closer she encourages the touch,
never would she stop him.
His touch, the touch that everyday she desires.
Now he holds her closer, tighter.
His kisses not as soft as before
but never does she complain,
the harder the kiss the longer the impression.
His hand trails up her spine,
still pulling her even closer with the other.
She tenses up knowing it is coming.
Then the sweet bite, she surrenders all thought,
her body takes over, leaving the mind lost and confused.
His pull is no longer needed,
she presses closer until she can push no farther.
Losing control they both move with passion,
desire, lust, and slowly the night takes control.
They move closer as the night covers them,.
The cries, lost into the darkness.
The whispers, kept secret in the night.
Together they fade from all others
only seen by the night,
then slowly the dawn comes
and with it comes the soft kisses
from his crimson lips.
