Monday, February 08, 2016

Tender is the Night

The lightest touch of his fingers made me quiver yet again. He shook, too, for different reasons. Looking up at the clouds, covering then revealing the moon like a burlesque curtain, I knew I’d not forget these moments shared.

“I didn’t realize,” he started, but could not finish.

“Hush, love. It was meant to be a surprise.”

He rolled closer, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’d have done it anyway.”

That earned him another kiss. “I know. Your kind always do.”

I rose. He remained, blank eyes yet content, as I licked his lifeblood from the corner of my mouth.

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