You make me burn for things I yearn, a hunger my soul can't deny. I crave your lips and arms around me, you are my weakness. I cannot lie. Our mated souls entwined in a lovers' dance, my darkness awakened yet by love, lust, blood and romance.
As a child, this was every fantasy character I ever created -- fire and beauty and passion. Now, I'm more subdued, choosing ice or wind, something subtle and devastating, cold and manipulative. What the hell does that say about my life?