the Claim
By: Angelus Noir (2/17/05)

she felt the touch; felt the sinuous grin
spread (languish) upon his lips, and the
warm, wet tongue that ventured from its fathomless
cove and licked at the crimson essence of life (blood)
marking her neck - his fingers drag, and she whimpers (not
resisting the claim). his mouth presses, soft pink trembles as
he bites down -

the mark is made.