The Rose

My crimson dress moves sensually
And the reflection of the moon
is visible in my black hair
I will be with you my prince of darkness...
soon

My pale skin doesn’t feel the caress of the cool breeze...

In anticipation, I lick my ruby red lips
I long to have your mouth on mine
On my breast I long to feel the fire from your fingertips

I see your dark shadow in the distance
my heart thuds in my chest
I know that tonight will be the night
That my love will be put to the test.

My hunger for you is growing stronger
and my moistness is evident between my thighs
Burning desire is filling my soul
It’s like i am on a euphoric all time high

Your outstretched hand holds a rose
with such intoxicating perfume
I have never seen a more beautiful flower
A perfect blood red specimen

You carry me
to the cool marble crypt...
I am a virgin laid upon your alter
Ready to give to you my sacrificial gift

I feel your breath on my face
Your kiss so hungry and urgent
I hear the growl start from you so deep within
as you lick your lips and inhale my perfume

Your fingers free my breasts from my dress
as you lower your lips to them
My body arches toward you...
aching with desire

We are slowly joining and merging together
The pleasure, the pain
The want and the lust
My prince of darkness I am yours

Our eternal love – you and I


I awaken in my bed
foggy and wondering where I am
A blood red rose lies on my pillow
I glance at the mirror on the wall
I gasp, for I am not there at all...

All I see is a blood red rose...
on my pillow