#rainbowvamp

(Do you even have a heart? Does one such as you have a heart that beats like any mortal man or are you above such frivolities as lifeblood and souls?) 

I was to take your skin into my mouth, the taste of your fingers, shoulders, abdomen, lips. I want to memorize the smell of the inside of your thighs and the back of your neck. I want to know what your mouth feels like, what your breath tastes like, not just what they look and sound like.

I want to touch like I’ve never wanted anything, and I have wanted many, many things. 

I want to strip you bare and see your body. Worship you. I want to make you a king in my heart, prostrate below you, kissing your ruby, your ring, your feet. I want to feel your touch, your hands (will they be gentle?) against my skin, the back of my head, digging into my hair and gripping like ownership, like power.

(Take what power I have and make it yours. I give it to you freely and without coercion.) 

(Perhaps beauty is it’s own form of coercion, but I would never speak such blasphemy against you.) 

Make my eyes meet yours, give me the permission to look upon you as few others have. Eyes dark as night, but glittering with stars. Mouth soft and almost smiling. I cannot know if you are pleased or amused by me, but it doesn’t matter. A smile is a smile, whether it be with me or at my expense. I would sacrifice anything, everything to put just one upon your pink lips.

I don’t know if you’d be hot or cold. Fire or ice. Burning of one kind or another await me, I know. I am happy to have it, to burn for you, if it means that you may lay a single hand upon me, in friendship or in something else. Something other. That limbo space between lovers and friends where people meet but do not define themselves. I ache for your hands like I have never ached for another’s, but the simplest touch would subdue me. 

I would be yours if you would but ask it of me. 

I would never love again, if you would but accept my love, a gift intended (I know this now) only for you. I was built from stardust to love only you in a way that is more complex than the love of man, but still so much it’s mirror.

I ache to know what our skin feels like against each other. I long for the simplest, smallest contact. I long to reach across the table and touch your hand, and I don’t know if you know it. I hope that you do not know it. I hope you do know it. I want every part of you that you will give me, and I want to give every part of myself to you that you will take. 

My mouth begs to say a name you’ve never given me, on the tip of my tongue like a dream forgotten. 

I wish to know you like I have never been able to know another.

I content myself with meeting you, once every one hundred year, in the White Horse. I wish for you to once again be with me, for just a few hours out of my infinite life. Because a few hours of infinity, in the end, becomes an infinity unto itself. 

I will have you, in whatever way you will give yourself to me, until the end of time.

With eternal devotion,