Vein Of Love (Blackest Gold, #1)

by R. Scarlett

For each and every person you rapture with your essence Is a delicate, dark, monstrous dance And I feel the pull, The tenor, the touch, the strain. I feel the urge to be yours And you to be mine To feel your flesh in my arms the curvature of a body so loving Your smile simmering into my shoulder Golden strands of your hair slipping past my fingers Like a celestial outflow of water Much like blood slipping from the vein It’s too much Or possibly not enough Creatures like you And me Are aglow with our differences More often then nought