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Hush sweetmeat, this will only take a moment.  A breath, a

taste and then I am nothing but the shadow of a memory.  If I

could I might linger, abide with you awhile.  You are a

temptation that mocks what little self-control I possess.  Your

scent plays with my senses, teasing me, heightening my

hunger.  Your skin’s warm and soft, life flowering only an

instant below the surface.  I can feel it course beneath my lips,

whispering a siren’s song to me with the rhythm of your heart.

Your heat burns me.  If I could, I would bath in that fire, made

forever warm in your flame.  Would it consume me?  Change

me?  Or might my darkness over power and extinguish your

light, making you empty as I.  My ice seems to know no

boundaries, my hunger a constant gnawing ache.  I am

forsaken of all the things that you are.  So I take and taste you,

doomed forever to hunger after that which I can never be.