His tender lips smouldered hers,
Pricking thick drops of blood,
Onto the petals of the pure white rose.
As the blood trickle along,
The veins of the rose are finally seen,
As it finally got soaked fully,
And that's how it became ,
The Blood Rose.
He grabbed her shoulders tight,
Not allowing her to escape him,
His eyes were raking her face,
Her hair was splayed on the side of her face.
She looked to the right,
Avoiding his sharp gaze,
Her heartbeat was erratic,
She couldn't fight the feeling.
They both wanted each other,
He confessed but she refused,
He simply likes her,
But the truth was,
She loved him.
- N A M
16-12-2015/0108
Well, yes, as you guess - it is about a vampire and a human.
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