There are moments when I can smell the sweet fragrance of your skin. I feel the gentle brush of your lips as you give me butterfly kisses in the dark. I fantasize I can feel the curve of your hips as I run my fingers along the curve of your body into the crease of your thighs. I am a creature of the night, and I must drink from your body. I love the way your body responds, fully engorged with blood and begging for my mouth to swallow the fire building, as evidenced by the steam rising from your flesh. I pretend to make you bend to my will, but I know you’re the Queen and I must obey. You are the first and only love I will ever know. You are the only child conceived in light and grew in a womb filled with light. You are the dawn of every new day with life dancing in your glow, and I stand in the shadows admiring your magnificent beauty. I stand there wanting to have you in ways that are sins in some worlds, but I would take my chances for just a taste. I will wait until you grant dusk the privilege of closing out the day. I will make you feel good under the sheets, teasing you until you can’t resist. I am a creature of the night, and I must feed on you to sustain my life and love for you. Command me as you will. I will always be at your side to love, honor, and cherish you. Perhaps you, too, will become a creature of the night, and we can discover our passion when dusk pulls us under the sheets time and time again to feed on each other.