All of Me: Inspired by The Phantom of the Opera

ACT 7

Slowly she leans closer and I feel my stomach turn. Her lips, her warm luscious lips press softly against my forehead, and I cry, cry away the lovely warmth I feel inside that I have craved for so long. Christine, my Christine.
"You are not a monster...not too me."
I open my stinging eyes to see her leaning closer, her lips purged into a heart shape. She bends closer and closes her fluttering dark eyelashes, before kissing me slowly. I struggle to breathe, unsure of how to react. My lips are numbed by hers as she caresses them, the stain of her lipstick smeared over my pale cheek. She moves lower, down to my neck, my chest, and suddenly I am transported. My hands latch around her waist, pulling her down to the floor with me. I roll her over to my side, and burry my hands into the curves of her legs which are hidden under the many layers of her dress. Suddenly, I begin to tear the fabric, yanking at the threads that she laughs at playfully while kissing me passionately. I begin to kiss back, though she prevents me from moving, her palms pressed into my face. Slowly she drags her lips over my cheeks, over my scars. Immediately I flinch, but she pulls me back and continues to rub her lips all over my anxieties, loving them deeply. I exhale, a rush of delight swarming over me and a need to be with her, to have her, all of her, all at once. I want her, I need her.

I grab her firmly androll on top, pressing my hands over her corset, which I tear apart with myhands exposing her to me. I run my fingers over her naked torso while she untiesme of my clothes, wiggling herself out of her petticoat. She is beautiful, slender,naturally curved, and sweet like white chocolate. I sup on her lips to reachthe rose crème centre, to taste the sweetness of her cherry blossom perfume. 

As we endear each other's love, she begins to sing uncontrollably, her notes escalating louder and higher with every touch. Under my breath, I whisper "Sing" which she delightfully does, throwing her hands behind her head while she opens her mouth wider to mourn. "Sing!" I yell, her face relaxed, her lips arched as though she has slumbered into a deep and wishful dream. As I pull away and lay gently by her side, I listen as her breath becomes shorter, her sighs become softer until she leaves me in sleep. Cold and slightly shivered, she wriggles closer to me for warmth. I hold her in my arms, and burry my scared face into her hair. As I kiss her forehead gently and sway her for comfort, silently I whisper "Christine, I love you."