Immortal Flesh

He slides his fingers up through her hair.
It is merely dusk,
And the fog is just setting the air.

Her head snapped to the side, her hair as a handle,
peering over his shoulder into the evergreen.
Only faint visions of the full moon and rows of candles.

Grasping her tightly under the moonlit sky and surrounding pines,
He reaches his free hand up the back of her shirt,
And drags his nails down her quivering spine.

Her back arches from the pleasured pain,
He leans in closer,
As the candles dim from a misty rain.

A toothy grin stretches his face in the dark,
She catches a glimpse of his open mouth and teeth,
Two of which appear dangerously sharp.

His lips expand and follow his warm breath to her neck,
shaking uncontrollably as his tongue lacerates her flesh,
her mind is racing, she is a nervous wreck.

Fangs sink in, piercing the tender, soft skin,
She relaxes and melts at his will,
And down her neck flows a small stream of crimson.

Holding her closely in his open arms,
She is at his will.
Possessed by his overwhelming charm.

Sitting against a tree on his lap, he holds her hips,
turning slightly, face to face,
She gnaws his lower lip.

Lips connect, tongues caress.
Nothing on their mind but the moment,
Forgetting all the rest.

Wishing the moment lasts forever as dawn grows near,
She fights back shedding a tear.
The sun slowly rises above the horizon,
And her love slowly fades and disappears.