Fullmoon
It was night; the blue shining moon covered the darkness with eery light. A light that seemed to come from another time; a time, no living person could remember, and yet this time had been engraved deeply in every human heart, hidden in the darkest corners of the soul.
In nights like this, when a fullmoon filled the darkness with clear shine, when bats circled round the near castle, black, lying in wait, in such nights another dimension of life rose up.
Sarah`s senses were sharpened, she heard her blood flowing heavily through her veins, sensed her environment with every fibre of her body, of her mind. She felt a soft dragging pain crawling down from her neck to her back, wrapping up her whole body. A bittersweet pain vibrated in her nerves, electrified every cell of her skin, twitched every fibre of her senses.
She stood in the shadow of the trees and looked up to the moon, listened to the bats, screaming inside her head.
She felt a longing that was much too strong to ignore; a desire she couldn`t control. He was calling for her, she could sense it in each pore.
She didn`t know who he was, didn`t know if she´d ever seen his face, didn`t know if she could bear to look at him.
But she knew whoever he was, only he would be able to ease this sweet pain glowing in her veins.
She could feel him, and even though she didn`t remember his face, she sensed the essence of him, a knowledge she couldn`t put into words, couldn´t explain, a knowledge coming from the deepest layers of her soul.
She knew it was dangerous, the price was high, maybe too high.
So long she had been reluctant and turned her back on him. But the hot desire, the dragging pain defeated her in the end.
She closed her eyes, and through darkness the reflection of him flared up.
Those deep eyes, gentle, yet consumed with dark blaze, these sensual lips, soft and firm; these hands, strong and warm.
She wanted to drown in his eyes, extinguish the fire inside; drink his lips greedily, become waxen moonlight in his hands.
Yearning tore her apart, desire inside her screamed. Soulfire reared up devouring her reason, burning her resistance. She gave up control, didn`t hold on to the crumbling planks of reality anymore, didn`t ask about ethic and moral standards anymore, let happen what happened, let finally go falling into the abyss.
Her boiling blood called for him, roared loudly inside her ears. The dragging pain inside her entrails drove her mad, her body and soul, finally one, cried for him, reached for him, threw herself towards him, the black prince of night.
It was night; the blue shining moon covered the darkness with eery light. A light that seemed to come from another time; a time, no living person could remember, and yet this time had been engraved deeply in every human heart, hidden in the darkest corners of the soul.
In nights like this, when a fullmoon filled the darkness with clear shine, when bats circled round the near castle, black, lying in wait, in such nights another dimension of life rose up.
Sarah`s senses were sharpened, she heard her blood flowing heavily through her veins, sensed her environment with every fibre of her body, of her mind. She felt a soft dragging pain crawling down from her neck to her back, wrapping up her whole body. A bittersweet pain vibrated in her nerves, electrified every cell of her skin, twitched every fibre of her senses.
She stood in the shadow of the trees and looked up to the moon, listened to the bats, screaming inside her head.
She felt a longing that was much too strong to ignore; a desire she couldn`t control. He was calling for her, she could sense it in each pore.
She didn`t know who he was, didn`t know if she´d ever seen his face, didn`t know if she could bear to look at him.
But she knew whoever he was, only he would be able to ease this sweet pain glowing in her veins.
She could feel him, and even though she didn`t remember his face, she sensed the essence of him, a knowledge she couldn`t put into words, couldn´t explain, a knowledge coming from the deepest layers of her soul.
She knew it was dangerous, the price was high, maybe too high.
So long she had been reluctant and turned her back on him. But the hot desire, the dragging pain defeated her in the end.
She closed her eyes, and through darkness the reflection of him flared up.
Those deep eyes, gentle, yet consumed with dark blaze, these sensual lips, soft and firm; these hands, strong and warm.
She wanted to drown in his eyes, extinguish the fire inside; drink his lips greedily, become waxen moonlight in his hands.
Yearning tore her apart, desire inside her screamed. Soulfire reared up devouring her reason, burning her resistance. She gave up control, didn`t hold on to the crumbling planks of reality anymore, didn`t ask about ethic and moral standards anymore, let happen what happened, let finally go falling into the abyss.
Her boiling blood called for him, roared loudly inside her ears. The dragging pain inside her entrails drove her mad, her body and soul, finally one, cried for him, reached for him, threw herself towards him, the black prince of night.
