Eternal Love....?

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    Eternal Love....?

    Eternal Love...?


    She brushes her beautiful, brown hair and glances into the mirror...thinking
    wondering if she is pretty enough. Tears stream down her face, all she can think about is him, yearning, desire for him.
    For their love is forbidden, her heart would leap from her bussom beating harshly as she imagines tasting him again.
    She some how feels his presence in her room, her mind tells her it should not be, it shall not be...She dabs wonderful fragrance behind her ears, and on her neck and unbuttons his shirt, which she is going to sleep in, exposing her smooth neck and chest.
     In the background, sweet music is heard, as she dims the lights and lazily prepares for bed. She reaches for her covers, snug and tightly she lays, eyes falling heavy, the sweet melody from her player fills the room, and through dream like state, she sees his face for what seems to be the last time....
    She suddenly feels a gust of cold chilly breeze, she notices her window is slightly ajar, she stands and motions towards the window not giving any regard to how the window was opened.
    The stranger, love of her life, with all his might, sets free from hidden shadows, wraps his arms around her waist and whispers, "don't be frightened", but somehow, she knew it was him all along.
    He lifts her up, off her feet and unto her soft comfy bed...he removes his coat, and he can't help but stare at her, complimenting her beauty, he kisses her full on the lips, tongues snake around each other, kisses her chin, and down to her neck and down to her bussoms. Their hands caress each other as he continues to kiss her neck, she lets out a tiny moan, both anticipating what is forbidden.
    She could not tell if it was a dream, or if he was really there. All she knew was that she did not want this surreal overwhelming desire to end, not anytime soon...his hands roam free as he explored her thighs, and her silky skin attatched to her chest.
    She assists him with the rest of his clothing and she looks up at his animalistic face, and she asks..."what do you want?" and he says "I want you"...he kisses her again on the lips as they passionately make love, as tender as the moon's gaze upon the hills...sparks of very huge magnitudes fly, as their bodies embedded the covers that surrounded their naked bodies...then it happened, her fears that held her back from embracing this forbidden love, she feels a sharp pain in her neck, as he continues to create heat between her legs.
    Blood was strewn across his lips, and spilled down his chest, she knew...she just gave in to both their desires and both felt the tremors of their bodies as they lay in each others arms...
    She fell asleep, a very deep sleep, one that she has never had in her life, as she awakens, to the sun rising, she peers over to her side, and sees, that perhaps, it was just a dream, a sweet, blissful dream, she gazes towards her dresser, and sees atop of it was a single white rose, and on the rose, was a couple of drips of blood, as she witnesses a couple of fang bites on her neck, she knew that what she felt was eternal love...
    the sweet music grows louder and louder....


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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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