A/N: Just a little poetry that sprouted from my love of vampires. Enjoy.
A Damned Couple.
The wet heat of her breath caressing the side of my neck,
consuming my thoughts,
my body arched in anxious curiosity.
The ivory points of her teeth searching for the swell of eager blood that pooled in my veins.
The curves of her lips conformed to my skin as the teeth pierced through,
letting the pulsing pain turn into languorous ecstasy.
My hands held onto her granite hard body,
trying to fight the darkness that loomed over,
threatening the bliss that had captured me.
I was one with her, and her with I.
The exchange of life was frightening, but it gave me such masochistic pleasure
that my body shuddered when she got her fill.
She finally released me, laying me on the silk of her bed.
I tried to open my heavy eyes to see the dark angel in her heavenly white gown,
her snow colored skin glowed with my life,
and her ruby red lips stained by my blood.
Her long ebony hair in soft curls, cascading down her back,
contrasting the pale flesh it laid against.
Oh how the gods have been cruel,
giving a surely evil thing a cherub like appearance.
But my thoughts were lain to rest,
when her slim figure fell into the bed with me,
letting her head rest on my shoulder,
and her fingers intertwining with mine.
We were a damned couple.