the kiss

he’s waited so long for this kiss, a carnage
A feast between the dark and the holy
Each craving for the battle within

So he took her closer and closer,
grabbing her back with his claws;
cutting her flesh with his nails –
And he bit her neck till It drew blood
Such a feast in his thoughts
yet nothing but a small. sigh…

So many armies prepared;
His wolves were ready to feast –
Yet he waited. Got close to her lips –
“I’ve waited so long for this kiss” –
And nothing was more sweet,
more shivering than the touch
of his lips over hers…

And than the silence. The wolves
could feed now.