Twisted Knives & Lives

Death sleeps in my embrace and I forgot to wake her up.

Wisteria and Erix, the beauty of their love is the number of sacrifices it counts. They have a hand to hold but no heart to steal. They have skills to kill but no soul to redeem.

"The Black Queen and The White King on board."

His eyes are a sea of lost treasure
She will give away her gold for the closure
She had him written in black ink
Reads him all night long, just him
His tightly pressed suit in black
His hand rests on the small of her back
His expensive, intoxicating perfume
His dark aura could be an undeniable doom.

Swimming in chaos, her eyes are stormy
She isn't sweet and nice but cruel and cunning
He has plans to steal her
Capture and pleasure her
Her words are like swords crushing bones
Her voice sharp, angry and deadly sweet, makes one mourn
Her touch feels like a kiss of snow
How does it feel to ask for more?

The said chapters from "Crystals" continue in Twisted Knives & Lives.