You shiver
transformed there is no doubt
from the inside and out
my voice like red hot embers
burning softly through your veins
dying sunlight reflected in your eyes
on this our most precious night
You shudder
female form bending wildly out of shape
my cold blade resting upon your navel
your body pressing for that which you desire
your fear pulsating through your mind
as your hunger it does grow
You quiver
my fingers pressing down on that blade
marked for ever from this day
my passion you will embrace
for tonight I make you my slave
Silver trophy winner
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