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dark love

It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The ethereal one
stirs.

Curling wisps of death shrouds his pale form,
a brooding wanting.

His raven hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and his
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
him.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I hunger for that which only he can give me.  Love, eternal.