Literature
Burgundy Painted Sapphires
And you, my sweet
With those myriad claret branches under your warm skin, how my fang wishes to create rivers to flow into your most precious wineglass. I want you and I to wallow in your velvet beauty and dance to the song that corrodes. And I shall drink that liquid afterglow that reminds me of the wretched sun itself
But lovely one, you are not wretched like that sphere of light.
You are its gift to me, to my hungry soul. You are so much sweeter.
Ill bring you splendor, I will grant you the finest rubies, shapeless garnets and burgundy painted sapphires from your parted vein. You will lay rich even in your sleep.