James
James, your words are like echos of extacy
forclosing with your sweetness on the bargain of my heart
so scratched and bruised, wounded from betrayle
and yet...your words from so far away, bring happiness with every glimmer
so softly i wish to kiss thy tender lips, pressed like sweet poison against my skin
to look into your eyes full of dark shadows, opening doors of light with each breath
so sweetly i wish to bring your blood, rising to the surface
to paint my ivory lips with color, sweetness, like a vampires kiss
within dreams i fall aslumber, gaining with each star, another moment
to be closer to your warmth, pulsing beneath cold skin, a heart
pain eching itsself a mirror in our eyes, shared death, shared life
feel my fingertips lace your skin, roughness tinting the sweet tender passion
sweet, tender passion...will you join me in sweet tender passion
arising from our own warm, in the throws of blankets
we burry ourselves deeper, not to be disturbed by rising daylight
be mine, vampiric whispers, none else wilt hear mine all but thee
i stare into your eyes, with in my fragile dream
vampiric mesmarising, trapped within my spell, captivizing
to kiss your lips, and paint them in the color of my blood
so pale, we lay together at last, forget the scorching sun
for like Lestat we have gained the power to survive with it touching our skin
children of the night, prisoners of loves plight
will you be my lover? i beg in tears of hate
my hate burning down my face in tears of pain
my love like fire burning in my eyes
the only way ill survuve to love and hate...you
will you be my lover, my vampiric lover
my blood lover, to kiss apon the moon pale skin
a vampires sweet midnight kiss
before we fall into, our slumber
she calls to he, James, will you be my lover..
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