He teased her,
His lips only meeting places that pleased her,
He tasted her lips,
With such carefulness it was only a ghost of a kiss,
Innocent and fresh as spring tulips,
She loved him,
Passion flowing through her as she wielded him,
The moment he burned her was heart wrenching,
She thought she lost him forever,
But she knew they had to go on together.
With courage only she beheld,
She held him even though it burned,
Their days afterward used to re build their trust,
Their nights filled with everlasting lust.
He was filled with unknown madness,
The scar was proof his blood was tainted with a virus.