I want it.
No.
I need it.
I need the warmth of your body pushed close to mine.
I need the soft pressure of your lips to mine as we kiss.
I need the blush in your cheeks as I pull back.
Blush,
That light pink glow that spreads across your face,
That rush of blood to your cheeks.
Blood,
The crimson essence of your being.
Of course,
What way to be closer than to spill your blood?
Yes,
the warmth of the flesh isn’t enough.
I just have to pierce the skin.
Then I’ll be beyond that blockade that is your flesh,
I’ll be within the heat of your blood.
Of your essence.
Of you.
Yes,
That’s how It’ll be.
No longer will we crave the dull warmth of each others bodies,
For we will bathe in the intense heat of each others blood,
And then together we’ll find the comforting rest of eternity.
And then, forever, you’ll be mine.