Glass shattered and red wine gushed over pristine white marble.
Crystal glinted red with gore.
Soft tufts of intrigue beneath the sweet white cotton
Snagged a breath of passion and
Wetted eyes wide with desire.
Frosty bursts shattered the silent scene
As snow billowed into the thick pools of crimson.
A silent frozen scream.
Glare from the sunset burned the cold flesh
Wounds of indulgent pleasure that bubbled
From his grisly tastes for gore.
Soft flesh tore smoothly from the rusty blade
As it slashed and shrieked with unrestrained need.
The room breathed silently, shimmering crimson