The Touch...((Of a Vampire))
The Touch...((of a vampire))
by Cate Rock
Those eyes might burn through diamonds if it weren't for those sunglasses.
That smile might stun a army of a million if his lips where ever apart from mine...
And his touch could illuminate anyones passion. . .
That cold stair as were intertwined is almost raw passion still masked by those glasses he
refuses to take off around me...
As Sunday comes round I wake next to him already awake...
his eyes still masked, must have been watching me all night...for he never sleeps.
I smiles and welcome tat sweet morning kiss and his normal pull of me onto his chest.
here life is perfect, here his touch is welcomed, here time is perfectly still in his arms.
Submission date : 2009-06-24
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