She had a darker side,
Like the faces of the moon.
And he relished in her darklight
She wanted to taste his soul.

She smiled without casualty
Her eyes spoke of the lesser side of fear,
He thought he could cool her touch...
She eyed his healthy flesh.

They lie, twisted in each other...
Moonlight shone on a canvas of skin
His eyes slowly rolled into darkness
She licks her lips of ruby painted with lust.

She had a darker side,
Like the faces of the moon
And he relished in her darklight
As she took a breath of blood.

12-30-96

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