Your hand fits mine perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle. - said puzzle is suitable for any ages, and it contains merely two pieces — you and I.

With our hands intertwined - I passionately kiss your soft, wanting lips, whilst my hand nervously wanders your bare back - breath drawn, your neck is my sanctuary to rest.

I used to dream that one day, I could be close to you - your lips used to be the source of your wisdom, the words that passed through them could warm the coldest of hearts - with that, I planted a heavy, yet loving kiss as I could feel your warm hand grasp the shirt that clothed my back, with the aforementioned movements, the level of lust rose - I could feel your heart beating upon my now, naked chest, as I gazed deep within your eyes.

Our sweat ladened bodies pressing together, never before had I felt this intensity, intimacy - stood before me was the naked form, beautiful from head to toe.
The very hand I had held earlier, would lead me to her — I knew I couldn’t, shouldn’t - but as before, my hand fit hers as we were to engage sexually.
My grip upon her hand was, was loose, I was shaking - was it out of nervousness or out of fear?

As she proceeded to kiss my neck, I could feel her free hand draw patterns down my torso - my pulse had never been risen like this, by anybody — our breathing became sporadic as sexual desire overtook every muscle in our body.
My body contorted as my grip took hold of her hand, I had to let go.

‘Are you okay?’ was the cry from the clearly concerned maiden.

‘Get away from me’, I testily barked, my face now covered, as I cowered with my back to her.

I could feel her presence as she clambered over me to face what I had become.

‘What is wrong with you, show me’

‘Before I revealed my face, I want you to know, I love you’

My eyes, now starved of sunlight, my fangs protruding - I lay scared.

What happened next - was either an act of heroism, or stupidity - I call it love.

She offered her neck to me, knowing that a single bite would bond us forever.