I remembered it was a night of black longing, a song of ethereal sorrow, where wolves let loose their bloodlust.
The dark one comes to life.
I recalled the darkness that surrounded me.
His stalking posture
A never-ending desire I recalled his
Raven hair, cascading across pale skin.
His shoulders, as well as his very large crimson lips, separate slightly.
I tried to savor the blood gushing from the frail flesh.
Underneath him, I recall him now, in the midst of a night of euphoria.
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