alexisgir

Her Cold Lips: She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye Her cold hands creep along my shoulders they tell me that she is there and that she will never let me go... We're in my room now, away from the outside I know that she doesn't like the sun Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows but I think she doesn't like the others coming close... We're beneath the covers now, panting softly her cold body pressed against mine Her lips are completely devoid of warmth and yet they taste so rousingly sweet A haunting, a haunter and the haunted Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets We cross a barrier that should not