The Sting of Love

My eyes have cast
many a lustful glance
in your direction.

I grow weak at the sight of you

My heart quickens
and I cannot breath.

Do you know how
each of your unique parts
speak of hidden pleasures?

How you make me a prisoner
to a motion such as mine?

You've seduced me
with my own thoughts. . .

Oh how I ache for you
ache in a way that
is foreign to my body.

I long for your touch
and I long for the first
pleasurable pain of penetration
the sting of love.

You've cut into me
to taste my blood.

But the worst of woes
is to never know love.

By Samantha Campbell

VirginPoet

Reviews

[Carrie Manor]

Ah! A vampire in love? Very cool