Moonlight Promenade

The night was day, the day was night. After midnight he would promenade in the shadows of the moonlight with no wife to dance under the disco ball that appears as a small figment of the moon's wall...

I miss the shine of your bright red ruby eyes, that pours beautifully unto mine, when your tears leak as sweet as red wine...

A cry of solitude. A cry for me...

Your tears were meant for me...

As you were meant to be...

Just like your neck was destined to meet at the point of my teeth.

I breathe heavily in desperate need to stop my craving needs... but you gaze into me and gently give into me.

Please, breathe on my neck at the points of your teeth and suck the life out of me.

Feel how it feels to be me...

I want to feel the kiss of the sun light's breeze, as you come unto me for a taste of me...

~ .Dr.Romanticist. ~