Snow falling with big downy flakes. They melt upon my burning flesh.
There she stands beckoning me, beautiful, seductivedeadly.
Skin the luster of moonlight, hair the shade of raven's wings, and bloody roses for lips she beckons.
I'm helpless to resist, and with one weary step after another I begin my sojourn towards her chilled embraced.
Steam rises from these open wounds upon my being, as snow melts with each drop of life falling upon the virgin ground.
Still I make my way to her lulled by her silent siren's call.
As I near I see the feathery flakes slide off her naked body as if her skin was so soft the icy crystals could find no purchase upon her pristine flesh.
No crystalline tears of moisture slid down her bare flesh, no biting cold plagued her skin.
A step then another, soon I could reach out and touch this moonlit beauty with these filthy hands of mine.
The thought repulsed me, for how dare I defile something so beautiful with these horrendous hands, these hands covered in gore and grime?
As I came within a handbreadth away I finally saw into her eyes, those dark endless eyes.
The sight frightened and fascinated me, for low was I want to stay here in her abyssal gaze, and yet at the same time my legs compelled me to run though I could not for like a fly trapped in amber I was transfixed.
So stay I did and I wept. Tears of fire burned through the grime and the blood until the winter night siphoned the heat from them and they fell as crystals to the virginal ground.
I yearned to reach up and cup her face within my hand, but still I could not for how could one mar such beauty with hands such as these?
She reached with that angelic hand and brushed away the frozen tears from my sullied face, and if it weren't for the look of love upon her face or the warmth that emanated from those abyssal eyes I would have wept even harder than before.
Those bloody rose petal lips came close to mine and I could feel my hot and fetid breath being deflected off her pure and flawless skin.
Fire and Ice melded as one as she kissed me with those succulent lips. Her lips chilled mine, whilst mine burned hers with a raging passion.
Soon I was like she, naked upon this winter night, shedding off all vestiges of my bloody past.
Steam rose from my flesh as the heat of my passion melted the snowy bed we had claimed as our own.
Fear shot through me as if this was my first time once again, but even that fear could not quell the passion that raged in me.
Despite all the heat that I passed onto her, her flesh never warmed but only tempered the flame of my passion until it was no more than a flickering candle light in a raging storm.
Into her eyes did I gaze as I felt all passion flee my battered body. I was no longer cold for I drew warmth from those eyes of infinite darkness; soon it felt as if I were being lulled into that abyssal darkness.
Now I look down upon that battered body that once was mine, and I look to my left and there she is, and I know her
There she stands beckoning me, beautiful, seductivedeadly.
Skin the luster of moonlight, hair the shade of raven's wings, and bloody roses for lips she beckons.
I'm helpless to resist, and with one weary step after another I begin my sojourn towards her chilled embraced.
Steam rises from these open wounds upon my being, as snow melts with each drop of life falling upon the virgin ground.
Still I make my way to her lulled by her silent siren's call.
As I near I see the feathery flakes slide off her naked body as if her skin was so soft the icy crystals could find no purchase upon her pristine flesh.
No crystalline tears of moisture slid down her bare flesh, no biting cold plagued her skin.
A step then another, soon I could reach out and touch this moonlit beauty with these filthy hands of mine.
The thought repulsed me, for how dare I defile something so beautiful with these horrendous hands, these hands covered in gore and grime?
As I came within a handbreadth away I finally saw into her eyes, those dark endless eyes.
The sight frightened and fascinated me, for low was I want to stay here in her abyssal gaze, and yet at the same time my legs compelled me to run though I could not for like a fly trapped in amber I was transfixed.
So stay I did and I wept. Tears of fire burned through the grime and the blood until the winter night siphoned the heat from them and they fell as crystals to the virginal ground.
I yearned to reach up and cup her face within my hand, but still I could not for how could one mar such beauty with hands such as these?
She reached with that angelic hand and brushed away the frozen tears from my sullied face, and if it weren't for the look of love upon her face or the warmth that emanated from those abyssal eyes I would have wept even harder than before.
Those bloody rose petal lips came close to mine and I could feel my hot and fetid breath being deflected off her pure and flawless skin.
Fire and Ice melded as one as she kissed me with those succulent lips. Her lips chilled mine, whilst mine burned hers with a raging passion.
Soon I was like she, naked upon this winter night, shedding off all vestiges of my bloody past.
Steam rose from my flesh as the heat of my passion melted the snowy bed we had claimed as our own.
Fear shot through me as if this was my first time once again, but even that fear could not quell the passion that raged in me.
Despite all the heat that I passed onto her, her flesh never warmed but only tempered the flame of my passion until it was no more than a flickering candle light in a raging storm.
Into her eyes did I gaze as I felt all passion flee my battered body. I was no longer cold for I drew warmth from those eyes of infinite darkness; soon it felt as if I were being lulled into that abyssal darkness.
Now I look down upon that battered body that once was mine, and I look to my left and there she is, and I know her