The Seven Deadly Sins of Vampyrism |
Be still. I listened to her breathing sputter. It sounded sweet, like the moan of candy as your tongue caresses its sugary flavor. Be still. I repeated the thought to her. I felt her mind wince a...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:36:00 GMT |
waltz dé macabre |
they feel the belladonna vines, intertwinedtwo poisons that twist their ivy to a kissa third divine, a false white abysseve's abyss of chances and ignoranceher arms open to their wistful blissso weary...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 14:16:00 GMT |
