Feb. 26, 2003 - 9:39 p.m.
He embodies the beauty of death: death as the ultimate climax of a life well lived.
The growl in his voice makes me feverish; but his aggressive confidence, that lovely arrogance that lends power to his words, washing over me like ice water, sliding down my spine, it steals my breath and leaves me shivering in its wake.
He knows exactly who he is, making no excuses or apologies. This is the predator of legends standing before me, able to ensnare his prey before we notice the hunt has begun.
He's mastered all of the necessary arts of seduction. Before the first touch, desire has already invaded, slowly, carefully taking over its intended target. Already smitten, I dream of dark intimacies. And I know that his hunger is contagious.
I blow my farewell kiss to the empty wind before I am consumed.
