Gilded Youth

Stephanie Alford
The moon nips at my uncovered face
Biting it ferociously
My feet seem to float above the soft ground
I reach our beloved mausoleum
The meeting space for past years
As long as I can remember
I hear him soar above me
Finally landing right before me
We stare at each other
Reading the thoughts of the other
I lick my lips slowly
Craving the taste of blood on them
I reach for him
But his quickness surprises me
I give my neck to him freely
Without any hesitation at all
His fangs sink into my paleness
I don't even make a sound
As I have experienced it
Many times before
My eyes roll back
As I feel my blood escaping me
I can't help but to smile
As soon as he releases me
I reach for his own neck
Consuming his decadent immortality
Gulping it down greedily
I feel my legs begin to quiver
As my thighs grow wet
I rip his clothes off
And force him inside of me
With our lips stained of blood
We kiss each other gently
Despite our ferocious lovemaking
The blood covers us both
Culminating in our orgasm
Another perfect night
With my immortal one

Published by Stephanie Alford

I've returned from my little emotional sabbatical. Much better now.  View profile

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  • Harold Sink5/14/2008

    This makes me wonder what you like to read in your "downtime."

  • PenPress5/14/2008

    You've been writing more about blood lately.........................I guess you are preparing for the Halloween already....................you're sacring me !

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