Your scarlet fangs dripped of liquor,
your lips were bitter sweet to the kiss.
Cutting my lip as blood ran down my chin.
A pain I could bare a bit longer until our lips parted.
I gazed at your crestfallen crimson eyes, my lips wanted another indulgence of your poisionous lips
yearning for one last kiss, but you didn't.
Instead you embraced me with your arms and held me for the very last time. I still remeber your scent of cerise.
