Darkness The Mist

This is it - the storm.

The damp Saturday afternoon.
I can feel it in the blood. Already I can't wait.
I feel excitement. I want to have here. Right now.
I want to feel the power.

Sultry Saturday early evening.
Black clouds enshroud without haste over my head.
Wind through the air. Gently stroking his hair.
He tells me that coming.
So what I want.

Sultry Saturday night.
My blood boiling like lava. My volcano about to erupt.
I feel like my red power poured into my eyes.
My eyes become murderously bloody.
My instinct is working properly.
My muscles relax and span the alternately.
Pleasant feeling.
My excitement reaches its zenith.

First head.
Nice like the kiss of a loved one.
Exciting as the first time.
She flew through the neck, avoiding the windpipe.
She flew to the end of its possibilities.
On the collarbones.
I picked three of my hands upwards.
A voice screamed cruel excitement.
Come, my beloved, and wrap yourself around me their femininity.

She listened to my desires.
She came as soon as it allowed her friend.
I haven't seen already. For a split second I could see her.
My body wrapped coat.
She whispered to me. I'll spare you the power at the moment.
My muscles relaxed.
Eyes fixed like a black cloak that wrapped me.
Arm, leg, foot, back.
Face. I felt like my inner volcano erupts.
I picked up my your hands again.
Great pleasure caused by the inevitable bleed enormous amounts of energy.

Thank you, I managed to choke out.
Before she left, said goodbye to her tenderly.
She went on.