Dark Love

It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness, fills the air. Each tears at the flesh of the other to cast aside their loneliness, loneliness now abandoned. Immortal now one seeks the touché of the other. Fog shrouds her face as would a vail, his tall gaunt form, through time, man's timeless desire. Dark waterfalls of midnight hair cascades over milk-white shoulders. Covering ripe breasts that can't quite manage to hide the dark purple areolas. Full red lips part slightly, to catch the clear white tears, streaming down his square face. Her pale flesh rest's full beneath him. Each night is a different night of dream's, suttle differences in each dream, does she remember how her touch felt on me.