I come to her late at night – when all others are asleep. She is expecting me, knowing that I wish her no harm. She whispers my name, so that no one else can hear. That is all the invitation I need… I come closer, I can smell the lavender scent of her freshly washed raven hair – so soft and silky, the scent is intoxicating! She beckons me closer - her doe eyes reflecting the moonlight. I am drawn to her like a magnet, and I can not resist. The appeal is too strong, even for someone with powers of the night.
Her skin is soft and radiant, smells very faintly of an exotic scented soap that I just can’t quite define. But so very sweet and even more intoxicating… Scent is the greatest of my abilities, but tied very closely for second is hearing and vision. And she is such a vision! The greatest poets of the world have never written of such beauty, and I would only discredit them if I were to put it into words.
Her soft, beautiful neck, so well defined, I can hear her heartbeat – such a beautiful song that it sings. She turns her head so that I may have a taste, just a little one - gently - for I shall never harm this exquisite creature. She must go out in the morning and deal with other mortals, and I do not wish to draw suspicion. She moans, ever so softly. I kiss her on the lips, and taste how sweet she really is – if this were to be the end, this is exactly how I would hope to go!
She bites me in return. Although she hasn’t been turned, she enjoys the thrill of the bite in itself. Our desire and passion for each other is strong, made even more so by the fact of our forbidden affair. Someone else in the room stirs, and mumbles something that even I can not understand. I can hear the quickening of another heartbeat and know there will soon be activity. I hasten to kiss her again but try to linger as long as possible. I must go now, my love, but I shall return soon. Remember me, and keep me in your dreams until I return…
MichaelDuMaine 36-40, M 16 Responses 14 Feb 8, 2011