Immortal Kiss

whips of the tongue.
across an open wound
the sweet taste of blood
not a moment too soon


a glimmering eye
an unsuspecting glimpse
caught by surprise
of passion enscenced


iron and rust
flow from the lips
teasing the tongue
a glorious gift
drops in the throat
muscles constrict
a deep hearted moan
while tasting a kiss


a slow beating heart
screams with intent
the soul of the damned
his will must insist
blood drawn to blood
her heart beats with his
the feel of his touch
too strong to resist


with whips of the tongue
the wound is wiped clean
the essence of blood
fulfillment of needs

the look in his eye
for he knows she is his
she could not deny
his immortal kiss