Silver fangs protrude obscenely from my crimson red lips, caressing each inch of your skin, seeking the pulse beneath. Deep within, the essence of your life, your heart, beats faster and faster. I smell the trepidation in you through each crevice of your body. Like a cat, I lean into you, ready to pounce. Your heart's beat is faster still.
The smell in the air projects the bloody intimacy of our passion. Our terror filled romance, our strange infatuation. This scenario had been played out many times before, like a pirouette, yet the intensity of our emotions never faltered.
Every night is the same, your fear and my excitement mend to create a love that enthralls me so. However, one night in particular, things changed.
You whispered my name to set the mood, followed by a series of allocates that forced my mind to succumb to yours. Drunk with pleasure I became your puppet. Helpless as I was, you became my guardian and perhaps my executioner. I blindly trust your strength, but power should only be given to the responsible and you are reckless. You abuse the power, thoughtlessly slicing my veins with a blade of callowness. You drain my blood, your lost in the moment. The evanescence of pain takes me by surprise.I gasp for air. We are both drenched in blood and thus, dragged back to reality.
I'm barely alive for you have stolen my life. It's my fault for blindly leaving it so unguarded. My soul escapes more with every breath I expel from my dying lungs. As your heart beat quickens in fear, I can feel mine struggling to move at all.
My lips inherit their last tender sensation as your blood soaked lips cradle them softly. Your kiss also reaches my forehead, leaving a drop of blood to run into my eye, which like its twin, is locked in an eternal gaze. As my heart slows to a stop, so does my raspy breathing, and the last words I hear are, "I loved you, I killed you, I love you still," followed by your convulsive sobbing.
Silver trophy winner
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