| Seraph: My secret is safe with you, my dear- but is it safe with me? I can't stop craving all the more the things you have to offer. Will you take my hand again? Will my fingers linger on your skin? Can I taste the salt upon your lips and calm my raging senses? If I only had one moment more, you'd never covet another's hold. Oh, the things to make you see that none is impassioned like I. One night is just a murderous tease- Leaving me craving- a fiend for your drug. My desire is drowning- an appetite of sorts. I hunger for you... a lion for prey. Your intimacy is a gift the gods wish to withdraw. You became my air when you first took my breath. You became my blood when you first stopped my heart. Without you I will perish. Without you I will starve. Will you return me to the haven of your graceful arms? I'll be waiting, as always, at the foot of your throne- Darling, my lovely, my virtuous seraph. Return to my Writing Page |