What if one night I invite you with an invitation sealed with a wax rose emblem and inked in a cursive? Would you give it a whirl or turn it down?
What If I say, I'll wait for you at the door way at a haunted house, on the stairs wearing a red velvet dress, eyebrows filled in very lightly, a deep maroon eyeshadow and the darkest, earthiest brown pencil liner with dramatic mascara? Would you be excited to see me? Oh! I won't be putting concealer, I'll let the dark circles show for they are so sexy. But I'll put on a lipstick, the colour of coagulated blood.
Let's haunt moonlight in the woods and put on candle light rituals in a haunted house in the forest. Read classic poetry. How about gothic literature? We shall hold ghost story contests together and talk about the people who have been killed mysteriously by the author in the book. Why not set a classical music with wine? The notes softly bouncing on each one of the walls soo high, even the sky wails, "I'm scared, the music might melt my clouds".
Please enter the room with a silent foot that makes no sound upon the floor and put me on the black velvet bed, with black roses engulfing all across, with it's thorns soo sharp that even the clouds fear the thorns could hurt them to cause their tears flood. Let's reveal our lust with silent whispers as ghosts intertwined, as the moon shifts shape, ready for their feasts.
Put your lips on mine, suck the blood and I'll follow you like the rainbows following the rain. Let's turn naked than the flesh, make love stronger than the bone and drink each others freckles. I'll turn wet enough for a fire to thaw and spread thighs wide enough for a thunder to let in. I'll be your viaticum, feast me like a hungry wolf.
And when all of this is over, lets sing together in a language so old that even earth no longer remember and laugh so loud that even the sky cries, "I'm scared the resonance could destroy me."
Let's make our date little radical, little unreal, perhaps evil.