*The notes pouring from her mystical violin stretched out across the rushing water, carried with loving care on the fingers of the wind to court the moon of our eternal night. Darkness clustered around her stunning blue dress like an enraptured audience, the white waves crashed their thunderous applause against the bleeding rocks. And she played . . . and played . . . and played. The tune was slow, slipping erotically through the air rather than piercing it with its fury. The notes told of a beautiful love affair that gathered in the grey storm clouds formed over endless centuries, falling forever, and always back their origins in the form of the whispering rain. The man in the song was pale, slender, with golden locks that rivaled the greatest lions mane. He was vain in attitude and graceful in movement, and he was in love with the unspoken promise of the crimson moon. She was elegant, demure, hair the color of blissful torment, eyes that smoldered with a longing only the vain man could grasp, and the mortal world and all its meaningless trappings loved her greatly. She loved the vain fiend with everything she was. She loved his speech, the way his eyebrows furred when he was with temper and how his entire face expressed love whenever he smiled his dangerous grin. She loved his clothes, his fine velvet jackets over soft white silk shirts, and she was in love with his moon-kissed skin. I loved her back with all the awe I had. She was perfection personified, regal in state, fluid with hidden emotions. She was the storm I always wanted to be. She commanded the rain with her timeless music; she made love to the daytime. She trapped the sunshine inside her. Yet, she was as dark as pitch, and I found her irresistible. And her music played on . . . her seduction of the mistress moon fluttering out of her grand instrument and into the night like a cherished dream. Her notes were magical, preternaturally beautiful, and full of the vivid colors of laughter and teardrops. She enchanted me. I excited her. I made her the overseer of my night, the ruler of my world, my beloved Valentine. She offered me the throne of her worldly soul. She granted me entrance into her, she allowed me to fill her night after night with my seed, with my passion, with my fiendish darkness. Together forever, forever together. The sunlight woman with her secrets and the demon vampire with my vanity and darkness. We are seduction, we are the rain and the waves, we are the wind and we are eternal.*
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 15:43:00 +0000
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