dark love
By Jewels5150
It is a night of dark desire, a song of death, wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one rises. Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form, a lurking desire. Her midnight hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I rise. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 02:01 PM PST 0 • 1
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"It is a night of dark desire, a song of death,..."