The Last Kiss (challenge winner)

Every night when I close my eyes I can see you there, Your tight body, your blue eyes, your sexy, bleached blond hair. Pale as death and large as life your hands reach out for me, and as you draw me close I know I’m where I want to be. Lost in your hypnotic stare our lips begin to touch, a cold thrill running up my spine, I want this kiss so much. You use your tongue to part my lips, I open my mouth with greed, my tongue caresses your sharp white fangs, stained with blood from your feed, I whisper the words ‘I want you’ and you know just what I ask, but your face gives nothing away, you wear it like a mask. Your cold pale lips press on mine, like warm flesh meeting death and as your fangs graze at my lip, I give a sharp intake of breath. Are you going to take me tonight? Will you make me your willing slave? Will you help me to walk on the dark side where at last we can both misbehave? And as I fall deeper and deeper, into this, the most perfect kiss, I realise the rest of my life, was no more than a lead up to this. A few beads of blood start to glisten on my warm and quivering lip, and reaching out with your hungry tongue you lick it all up with the tip. And with just that one drop of my blood our future together is fated, so though I am hungry for more, this very first kiss leaves me sated. The night time now draws to a close, outside, a new day has begun and you know that the day is not ours, not while you must hide from the sun. No tears, for just that one kiss means you’ll be back as soon as night falls, when the sun has relinquished its hold and the dark side once more to you calls.Challenge was to describe the perfect kiss. I say you have not had the perfect kiss until you have reached in with your tongue and run them over sharp fangs! ;o) Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 06:31 PM PST   10 • 0 • 16