fluid-beauty

His hand, cool against my skin. My warm breath carresses his neck as he leans back. I hold my body close to his, pressing our warmth together. Is this love? I pull him towards me, and open my mouth wider. His eyes flash towards me, shock showing in them. I move closer to the warm flesh on his neck, my mouth aching to taste the blood running in the veins underneath... Is this lust? My teeth sink into the skin on his neck. I hear him groan in pain, watch his eyes roll back. His blood trickles down my chin, and it flows downmy throat. This is bloodlust.

In her eyes I can see she's barely alive. On her lips I taste she's broken in a thousand pieces. In her touches I can feel she wants me to save her. I try. I kiss her softly to tell her I'll always be here for her. -- I know he can see I'm broken. He knows I nearly die. With every time I touch him I want him to save me. I know he tries. He kisses me softly and I know he'll never leave me. It's all right. I found my savior. I found my rest. -- Under my touch I feel her go. I can't cry. Because she died with a smile.