वैंपायर Dark प्यार

amberloveszach posted on Feb 12, 2009 at 03:23PM
dark love


It is a night of death, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The dark one
awakes.

Death shrouds her deathly form,
a timeless dread.

Her inky black hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of taking,
I weep.

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एक साल  से अधिक पुराना Lineth said…
WOW.