Sonnet

Slow but subtle she whispers in my ear
Her soft hair blows in the nights cool breese
Telling me her plans end is getting near
That memory fades into the present with ease.

Chilled but thrilled to please my Mistress
Sheetes of crimson coats pure loving intentions
Through sanity's vains runs pure emptyness
And of our sins nothing is mentioned.

Her intentions blurred by experiance
Never less my fallisy is loyalty
But my heart shows and knows no defiance
We continue on our deadly fantasy.

Our love proseeds; blood ,loyalty, and lust
And together we are more than enough.