'I never did taste venom so sultry when I hungered like a wolf against your lips,
Eyelashes so pure that danced against my cheeks, even as I took my devlish risks,' and

'I never tasted alcohol so sweet, your skin was something I could dine for as a treat,'...

Wow! That made me stopped and looked.

Hm...Does this mean that her lover is gone forever? But it's categorized as angst not tragedy...I really like this, though.

-C.N

interesting emding.. beautiful descriptions... I loved the line about the eye lashes

"I never did taste venom so sultry when I hungered like a wolf against your lips,

Eyelashes so pure that danced against my cheeks, even as I took my devlish risks,"

oh wow, my heart skipped a beat.
this was beautiful.
very nicely done, such imagery and such description. I felt all that you wrote.

great job.

keep it going.

ps this is one of my favourites ;)