Dark bits.

Great song by Jade

Crappy poem by Mr. A.

Our Long Night

It’s cold outside, but the sheets are warm,

and

your lips taste like the unwritten psalm,

and

the nights are never quite so long,

that I tire of holding you.

But my blood is up and your throat is bare

and

I need to bite and to pull your hair,

and

I won’t stop laying my hands on you,

while the night still lingers on.

Day has broken, and we’re still in bed,

and

we’re drained, wet, hungry

and

fed.

Go close the curtain and we’ll be certain

to keep a bit of night to ourselves.