04/15/05

The golden chain around her neck met at an apex nestled in the soft cleft of her bosom. Suspended from a single golden filigree ring was a ruby the size of a jay’s egg, delicately carved into the likeness of a sensual and bursting pomegranate. And in the golden rays of the setting sun, the ivory skin of her heaving breasts was bathed in an eerie blood-reed hue.

04/07/05

His hands are calloused as they caress my jawline, lingering on the soft, exposed skin of my neck. “You have hardly any pigment to your skin,” he purrs, “and your pulse is strong.” I look at his perfect smile, noting his fangs have not lengthened. I wonder if they will. . . I wonder if he knows I want them to. He brings his mouth to my throat, biting – a lover’s bite, nothing more. He is such a tease – always has been. As his hands and mouth explore my body, I wonder if he will ever act on his instincts.