sweet tart's blog: "Just some stuff I write..."

Growling "Bella", he craves my caress.
When his mood is the darkest
That's when I like him best.

The anger, the hunger, the animal lust.
Then grabbing my hair,
He gives one more thrust.

Giving myself over to rapture.
It's only my body
He's dying to capture.

I am his obsession...his only need.
Like a vampire demands blood
To survive, he must feed.

Offering myself, down on my knees.
Take my very essence
I beg of you please.

Call out the name you have given to me.
"Bella" he cries
It is you that I need.