My lips are pressing against yours
It is a desire that is odd
I have never loved anything as much as your kiss
Yet i do not love you yourself
Yet, the moments leading up to the kiss
The sweet teasing before hand
Finally the lips coming together and
The refusing to release the lips
The sweet taste of anothers lips
Is the most wonderful thing…
To know you are loved
And to know you do love someone as well
Watch my eyes
As i kiss your lips
I watch your eyes
As you kiss my lips
Watch my teeth as they form into fangs
And seductively fall into your neck
And take from you what i need.
You fight, but your hands run all down my back
My hands remain around you, holding you up.
Without me you will fall and you will die.
Which is your fate anyway.
I am happy and you finally relax
Your eyes begin to droop and
Slowly your breathing becomes slower and labored
Each breath and effort.
Each heart beat an effort.
We’re all alone and you are in my arms, dying from a kiss
You take a last look at me
And I smile wickedly, though I know I shouldn’t.
‘Kiss me again..?” he asks, as he dies.
I oblige and he dies as my lips touch his once more.
He will be found in a few hours and I will not.
I laugh and fade away into the coming morning’s dew,
Leaving him– lying there dead.
I smile again and lick my lips, tasting his blood upon them.
His kiss was sweet
And I enjoyed the flirtation…it was nice
It was something I even did as a human and enjoyed.
But the best moment was his death…how quickly
And Quietly he went.
I will always remember his sweet final kiss.