The Beating Of A Dead Heart

Her Skin Felt Like Satin Over His Shaking Body. She Kissed Him Once. Twice. Short And Sweet. Her Long Blonde Curls Falling Over His Face As She Went For A Third. He Let Her, Of Course. She Was Too Much For Him to Resist With Crystal-Like Blue Eyes That Bore Straight Through Him. She Rubbed Her Flawless Manicured Hand Over His Bare Chest. His Hands Tangled Through Her Hair As She Kissed Him Again Letting Her Hand Travel Lower. Then She Left A Soft Red Lipstick Print On His Neck. Feeling His Pulse On Her Lips. That Was The Moment She Was Waiting For. She Striked. Biting Deep Into His Neck, Letting The Blood Flow. Red And Beautiful. She Needed It. She Loved It. She Took The Life From Him.