Forty Eight White Roses

Her blonde hair was tucked behind her ears. With her sparkly eyes and that ravenous smile upon her ravishing face.  
The exhilarating feeling that over comes us when we are together. It brings out the Demons that lurk inside us.  
As I sit on my knees between her legs, I start with the scars on top of her feet and softly kissing her sweetness up to her curvy, lovely hips.  
I run my tongue across her waist, as I look up at her when I hit the center place. Slowly moving downward to enjoy the flavor of her lovely rose, before moving upward to her fluffy petals and onward to her lips were our eyes meet.  
I remove one of the White Roses from the basket and trace around her face with it. As I bring it down the center of her face she sees my blood stained finger print upon the rose and she kisses it as it passes over her lips.  
 
Her eyes glow with passion as she opens the straight razor and runs the flat side down my face. As I open her wet rose with my demon horn, she opens my flesh to retrieve my sacrament fluid. As It rolls down my chest she opens her own flesh. She closes her eyes as she moans out and her back arches as we both move with unholy grace.  
I run my tongue up her petal slowly consuming her life source as it flows. I move slowly and softly inside of her as she indulges in the crimson sacrament that flows from me. When our lips meet and our tongues intertwine the mixture of us tastes beyond divine.  
She lays back and opens her eyes, with her crimson wet lips and ravenous smile upon her face, I place my hands on her blood covered petals and she places her bloody hands on my sides as her wet rose starts to tighten around my hardness as her pleasure fluid is released upon me. She runs her hands up my chest and we look into each other's eyes as our demons intertwine. We are tied by blood now for all of time.