To have not met her
would have been a blessing,
for knowing her
is a curse.
To have touched her skin,
felt its hot life
beneath my cold fingers,
to have looked into her eyes,
seen what I could be to her,
to have tasted her lips,
drowned in her exotic flavor,
to have smelled her fragrance,
breathed in her wild aroma,
to have heard my name from her throat,
whispered in dark passion,
all that was an answer
to my prayer
has been the unraveling
of my fragile sanity.
Love is meant for humans.
A gift.
I am not human.
There is no love for me.
In chasing my own kind,
I have driven her away.
Now I have nothing,
and nothing has me.
~Drake
would have been a blessing,
for knowing her
is a curse.
To have touched her skin,
felt its hot life
beneath my cold fingers,
to have looked into her eyes,
seen what I could be to her,
to have tasted her lips,
drowned in her exotic flavor,
to have smelled her fragrance,
breathed in her wild aroma,
to have heard my name from her throat,
whispered in dark passion,
all that was an answer
to my prayer
has been the unraveling
of my fragile sanity.
Love is meant for humans.
A gift.
I am not human.
There is no love for me.
In chasing my own kind,
I have driven her away.
Now I have nothing,
and nothing has me.
~Drake