James

James, your words are like echos of extacy forclosing with your sweetness on the bargain of my heart so scratched and bruised, wounded from betrayle and yet...your words from so far away, bring happiness with every glimmer so softly i wish to kiss thy tender lips, pressed like sweet poison against my skin to look into your eyes full of dark shadows, opening doors of light with each breath so sweetly i wish to bring your blood, rising to the surface to paint my ivory lips with color, sweetness, like a vampires kiss within dreams i fall aslumber, gaining with each star, another moment to be closer to your warmth, pulsing beneath cold skin, a heart pain eching itsself a mirror in our eyes, shared death, shared life feel my fingertips lace your skin, roughness tinting the sweet tender passion sweet, tender passion...will you join me in sweet tender passion arising from our own warm, in the throws of blankets we burry ourselves deeper, not to be disturbed by rising daylight be mine, vampiric whispers, none else wilt hear mine all but thee i stare into your eyes, with in my fragile dream vampiric mesmarising, trapped within my spell, captivizing to kiss your lips, and paint them in the color of my blood so pale, we lay together at last, forget the scorching sun for like Lestat we have gained the power to survive with it touching our skin children of the night, prisoners of loves plight will you be my lover? i beg in tears of hate my hate burning down my face in tears of pain my love like fire burning in my eyes the only way ill survuve to love and hate...you will you be my lover, my vampiric lover my blood lover, to kiss apon the moon pale skin a vampires sweet midnight kiss before we fall into, our slumber she calls to he, James, will you be my lover..