| The night was cold, my fist was clenched, all of this brought upon by that lovible stench, perfume of the highist expence. I couldn't help but let my whiffing linger for a moment as I tried to catch sight, of you, standing their in that Gray gown in the middle of the night, standing in the middle of the moonlight. So sensual, urges of pleasing you arose. So I picked a Rose from the Vase beside me, when you weren't looking, as I slowly stepped forward, one foot at a time, easly, calmly, slowly, bideing my time, knowing who you are, I know how you want to feel, I know how I should give you this.. My hand clasped tightly to the rose, drawing blood. I offered The Rose. I offered the Rose, as my blood trickled down the stem, your eyes locked with mine, then to the Rose, and my blood, your sympathy showed, your compassion bleeding from you, like my blood bleeding from me. You graciously took The Rose, you took a Whiff, and fell deeper into a Romantic Trance. Welcome to me. I thought, now its open, wide open.. As we walked away from Dancing going on behind us towards the Fountain outside, you leaned over kissing me softly, and I returned the kiss. It was Bliss for you I know, because I watched your soul go. Out the window. Wide open, The Rose in your Hand, blood soaking into your Skin, as you prick your thin flesh. Blood meeting, your Mine...Your mine.. |
