He looks at me.
He smiles.
I take him in my arms and embrace him.

Its all so innocent.
Until I see his neck.
That perfect stretch of skin running from below his delicate ear and dissapearing invitingly down the collar of his shirt.

I hunger.
My mouth opens.
I want to bite.
To Feed.

But I resist.
Despite his beauty.
NAY! BECAUSE of it.
I resist.

I love him with all that there is within me to love.
I want him with all that there is within me to want.

Asking these two things to live together is a torment.

Sweet torture.

I know that if I take him, he may just love it.
But I may just turn him.
Or I may just kill him.

Instead I will simply continue to hold him
To love him
And to watch him age before my very eyes.

XOXOXOXO