Poems.

Murderous Mates

Feeling her skin against mine,

Her touch,

Her smile,

Her love.

Only then was I truly content.

Her smirk.

Her knife.

Her unstable behavior.

Only then was I happy.

My blood,

My soul,

My life.

It belonged to her.

And hers to me.

Staring down at what we had reaped,

We sighed, both satisfied.

We were demons of the night,

Murderous mates.

I crave her touch

Even though I am so far away.

Every day

I feel a little less human

And a little more monster.

I'm slowly slipping away.

Maybe some fresh prey

Will clear my head?

I heard her voice today

Over the phone.

It was a short, sweet moment

But it was one that I craved.

How long must I wait

For real love to come around again?

I found a clean slate.

I feel a little better

But it's eating away at my heart.

I won't ever leave her

Even if I have left her side.

I promise

Because we are

Truly

Murderous mates.

I can still hear her sweet words,

Feel her soft hands,

Smell her delectable scent.

Even when I can't see her

I can smell her.

Is it a common scent among humans?

No.

But it's there.

I long for her touch,

Her eyes,

Her voice,

Her moans.

As we fantasise about our future.

Together for all eternity,

Murderous mates.