Under the moonlight

Blood in the snow

It was late at night as she was waiting for me by the lake. Her face was glowing with the purest shade of white and her black waves melted into the obscurity of the darkened world, dancing softly as the winds gentle gestures were moving them. A green leaf was falling touched by the moonlight as she gently lifted her hands up to the awed night sky. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes, unraveling my darkest secrets from my subconscious thoughts and I knew it was coming.
I was craving for her, my mind was continuously screaming her name louder and louder until it was impossible to hear anything beyond her voice. My body was shaking and my blood was racing through my chest. I could feel my veins pulsing as my eyes lit up like when an animal was about to attack its prey. In that moment, my blood boiled again, but this time, I had a wild craving for the divine feminine presence waiting for me under the moonlight.
I placed my fingers by her neck and she smiled at me seductively. And then she started biting my upper lip as I gently placed my tongue into her mouth, touching hers with the tiniest bit of soft shame. Her lips were so delicate but so pulpy and tasty as I continued kissing and gently sucking them, discovering her flavor even more, even deeper and marking my territory by putting my scent into her. I couldn't stop, and she couldn't either. Her flavor was all I could grasp and everything else could've just slipped away without any value in my spirit. Her entire body was glowing like a mirror reflecting your soul, and I could feel the cold attraction in her eyes as her spirit started to fade, leaving her body with a weird transparency.
She was a precious jewelry, a star ready to explode disappearing forever and leaving me ready to inhale her stardust like the drug addict I became when I first saw her standing by the lake. I was drowning in my own desires with my skin burnt by all my regrets but secured from the pain because I had, even for the tiniest moment, the honor of touching her.
You'll crave for your last breath like you are craving for me right now, she said as she gently took off the top of her dress, revealing her shoulder, and I'll be continuing to kiss you wildly until your lungs start to bleed. Her voice was above a whisper in my ear, a soft melody that I'll be keeping in my mind until I rotten as a whole. More and more of her fragile body touches the surface, softly shaking as the cold air drifted through it. Her shape had the harmony that I always needed without knowing, and her tender chest awakened in me the sweet call of touching it with my trembling hands and then with my lips and tongue. She started talking louder as she grabbed my neck with no mercy, pulling me closer.
And with every drop of blood you'll crawl into my mouth, my throat, my entire body and soul, until all your life will be fully sucked out of you forever. Despite that, I'm gonna be kissing you even more wildly, hoping that you'll get back, and I'll be sucking you even harder until I get my least breath and die forever in your arms, with your blood flowing down my neck, getting dry and leaving your scent on me forever. Our lips got closer as her voice slowly softened, revealing her vulnerability from the deepest corner of her subconsciousness.
That's not because I hate you, darling, but because I love you! I love you with every heartbeat of mine I love you! I love you every moment of my life, with every breath, with every glass of wine I take, that slowly kills my consciousness, I love you even more! With every smoke that slowly destroys my body and everything I own I'll always love you, even with my emptiness inside me I'll never stop loving you! And I'll be giving anything to hear your voice again, to lay down on your chest vibrating along with your heartbeat, to kiss and suck your skin, gently at first and wild enough to leave your entire body purple, unable to move from the pain.
I finally had the courage to touch her chest and she kissed me again as a response. I pulled her closer to me so her satin curves could feel mine and I kissed her tighter, sucking out her words, consuming every ounce of her. I passed slowly to her neck when she finally let out her first scream. I smirked as she was begging for my mercy. I gently touched her inner tight as her eyes lit up and she released an other sound, craving closeness. The wild desire was burning me alive, slowly so I could feel the torture. My kiss ripped off her skin and the blood was flowing down like a red river, staining her white dress. I had blood on my lips, on my teeth and my hands seemed to be stained for eternity.