Passionate

As ardent as the wild lust in your eyes
The blood coursing though my veins begins to Boil
As cold as the teeth pressed savagely against my breast
The sudden aroma of death stifles my cries of objection

As sadistic as the hours which never last
The passion in your eyes had changed so swiftly to hunger
As calm as the existence which hovers amid the shadows
The night seems to prosper in the enchantment you cast.