Every morning I gaze at your beautiful soft sun-lit face. I smile to my self, thinking about how lucky I am to be with you. Your blood's sweet aroma fills my nose. I thirst for your bloods sweet taste, even though it's off limits. Your eyes slowly flicker open and then you smile weakly. You look almost confused. I laugh at your curiosity. You willingly throw your self into my arms. I chuckle lightly to myself. I then frown when thinking about what my life would be like without you, being in my arms for a day. Your smooth gentle eyes illuminate in the bright sun's rays. Your luscious lips brush up against mine. Your lips are soft, but passionate and warm. Your head rests against my shoulder. I've never felt so lucky in my life.