EVANGELINA'S HEART IS A BARREN WILDERNESS. A WEAPON CARVED BY THE FERAL SONG OF THE WOODS, AND THE DEEP THROES OF THEIR ICY PASSIONS. SHE IS PASSION. SHE IS POISON. SHE IS A FRIGID WINTER SQUALL. SHE IS A BLUE BULLET-STORM. A HURRICANE CONSUMED IN FEVER AND ICE AND WICKED Religion, AND HER BODY, IT'S FROZEN TUNDRA; WHERE LOVE DOESN'T RESIDE. SHE IS DECEMBER'S HARSH CARESS, THREAD SHARPLY OVER A COLD, UNYIELDING GRAVE. AND HER HEART, WERE ITS EMPTY FUNERAL PYRE; BURNING, WITH BLUEFIRE AT THEIR TOUCH. SHE IS COLD, CRUEL, RELENTLESS AND UNFEELING, AND BENEATH THE SLENDER EXPANSE OF HER RIBCAGE, BLOOMS A FERAL ROSE. ONE AS BLACK AS A BULLET, AS HOT AS SIN AND AS WILD AS AN ANIMAL'S HUNGER.
BENEATH THE DEEP THROES OF MOONLIGHT, AND THE HARSH FLICKER OF RAIN, EVANGELINA DANCES LIKE A WILDCAT UPON PREY. SO LONG HAD THE SUN ABANDONED THE SKY. FOLDING INTO A SPELL OF DARKNESS, AS MIDNIGHT RAVAGES THE HEAVENS IN A VIOLENT SATIN OF EBONY LACE. SO LONG HAD THE CLOUDS TORE THROUGH ITS THICK, AUTUMNAL FOG. STREAKING THE SKY IN BLADES OF RELENTLESS SILVER; MARRING HER FUR WITH ITS BRIGHT LIGHT OF FLASHING THUNDER, AND GLAMOUROUS ILLUMINATION. HER SVELTE MUSCLES, FLEXES BENEATH HER RUGGEDLY SLENDER FEMALE BODY; ELEGANT BODICE RUNNING BENEATH THEIR SILVER SHARDS OF LIGHT. SHE MOVES LIKE LIGHTENING. SOFT SUPPLE CURVES BLENDING INTO THE SAVAGE CARESS OF A COBRA. HUNGRY. EAGER. NEEDING. WANTING.
O HOW THE MOON ILLUMINATES HER IVORY SKIN IN A WAVERING TUMULT OF SOFT VELVET PLATINUM; SO KEEN AND BRIGHT AS A DAGGER. SHE DANCES WITH FERAL GLEE. HIPS COILING A DANCERS' GRACEFUL STRIDE. LIPS CURVING IN A HAUNTING CRESENT SMILE. FEELING THE SWEET RUINOUS RAIN CARESS HER SKIN IN SLEEK CASCADES OF WATER, BRINGS A SUBTLE HISS OF PLEASURE TO SMOTHER UPON THE BANSHEE'S BLACKENED LIPS. HOW LONG AGO, HAD SHE TASTED AUTUMN'S DANCE? SAVOURING ITS SWEET ROTTING LEAVES? ITS HARSH VICTORY UPON HER SKIN, AS SUMMER RELINQUISHED ITS HOT CHOKING HOLD OVER THE LANDS, WITH THE PROMISE OF NOVEMBER'S KISS? O, SHE IS COVETOUS AND HOLLOW AND WANTING, AND A NEED BURNS THROUGH THE FIRE OF HER SOUL. A NEED TO RUN BENEATH THE STARLIGHT AND TASTE THE MOON AND FOREST AND WINTER'S BREATH ACROSS HER FLESH.
WITH EACH SWIFT STRIDE, OUR HELLISH BELLADONA PULLS FORWARD, AS AN AUTUMNAL SIGH DREW ITS SOFT, BREATHY CARESS ACROSS THE LANDS. RAVAGING HER MANE AND TUGGING HER HAIR, WITH ALL THAT DOTING HUNGER OF A LOVER. ACROSS HER BODY, AN ICY RADIANCE CRAWLS. SHE OOZES OF TOXIC BLUE AND THE BLUE ICE OF HER POURS OUT IN FROTHY, UNKEMPT WAVES. WHEN EVANGELINA MOVES, SHE MOVES WITH LIQUID FINESSE. POURING LIKE RAW ICE. POURING AS VIOLET FROST MIGHT CRAWL AND CLING ACROSS A FRIGID LAKE, CRACKLING. SHIFTING. CONSUMING. SHE IS EAGER TO TASTE THE NIGHT AIR, AND TASTE SHE DOES, LOWERING HER FINELY-SCULPTED SKULL TO RELISH THE SWEET BLACKWATER UPON HER MILKY BREATH.
FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE WANDERED. FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE RUN. A WILD CHILD, RECKLESS AND UNTAMED. SHE MEETS THE MOONLIGHT WITH A FAMISHED SIGH; AND THE MOON SIGHS IN TURN, COLD, STILL AND BREATHLESS.
BENEATH THE DEEP THROES OF MOONLIGHT, AND THE HARSH FLICKER OF RAIN, EVANGELINA DANCES LIKE A WILDCAT UPON PREY. SO LONG HAD THE SUN ABANDONED THE SKY. FOLDING INTO A SPELL OF DARKNESS, AS MIDNIGHT RAVAGES THE HEAVENS IN A VIOLENT SATIN OF EBONY LACE. SO LONG HAD THE CLOUDS TORE THROUGH ITS THICK, AUTUMNAL FOG. STREAKING THE SKY IN BLADES OF RELENTLESS SILVER; MARRING HER FUR WITH ITS BRIGHT LIGHT OF FLASHING THUNDER, AND GLAMOUROUS ILLUMINATION. HER SVELTE MUSCLES, FLEXES BENEATH HER RUGGEDLY SLENDER FEMALE BODY; ELEGANT BODICE RUNNING BENEATH THEIR SILVER SHARDS OF LIGHT. SHE MOVES LIKE LIGHTENING. SOFT SUPPLE CURVES BLENDING INTO THE SAVAGE CARESS OF A COBRA. HUNGRY. EAGER. NEEDING. WANTING.
O HOW THE MOON ILLUMINATES HER IVORY SKIN IN A WAVERING TUMULT OF SOFT VELVET PLATINUM; SO KEEN AND BRIGHT AS A DAGGER. SHE DANCES WITH FERAL GLEE. HIPS COILING A DANCERS' GRACEFUL STRIDE. LIPS CURVING IN A HAUNTING CRESENT SMILE. FEELING THE SWEET RUINOUS RAIN CARESS HER SKIN IN SLEEK CASCADES OF WATER, BRINGS A SUBTLE HISS OF PLEASURE TO SMOTHER UPON THE BANSHEE'S BLACKENED LIPS. HOW LONG AGO, HAD SHE TASTED AUTUMN'S DANCE? SAVOURING ITS SWEET ROTTING LEAVES? ITS HARSH VICTORY UPON HER SKIN, AS SUMMER RELINQUISHED ITS HOT CHOKING HOLD OVER THE LANDS, WITH THE PROMISE OF NOVEMBER'S KISS? O, SHE IS COVETOUS AND HOLLOW AND WANTING, AND A NEED BURNS THROUGH THE FIRE OF HER SOUL. A NEED TO RUN BENEATH THE STARLIGHT AND TASTE THE MOON AND FOREST AND WINTER'S BREATH ACROSS HER FLESH.
WITH EACH SWIFT STRIDE, OUR HELLISH BELLADONA PULLS FORWARD, AS AN AUTUMNAL SIGH DREW ITS SOFT, BREATHY CARESS ACROSS THE LANDS. RAVAGING HER MANE AND TUGGING HER HAIR, WITH ALL THAT DOTING HUNGER OF A LOVER. ACROSS HER BODY, AN ICY RADIANCE CRAWLS. SHE OOZES OF TOXIC BLUE AND THE BLUE ICE OF HER POURS OUT IN FROTHY, UNKEMPT WAVES. WHEN EVANGELINA MOVES, SHE MOVES WITH LIQUID FINESSE. POURING LIKE RAW ICE. POURING AS VIOLET FROST MIGHT CRAWL AND CLING ACROSS A FRIGID LAKE, CRACKLING. SHIFTING. CONSUMING. SHE IS EAGER TO TASTE THE NIGHT AIR, AND TASTE SHE DOES, LOWERING HER FINELY-SCULPTED SKULL TO RELISH THE SWEET BLACKWATER UPON HER MILKY BREATH.
FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE WANDERED. FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE RUN. A WILD CHILD, RECKLESS AND UNTAMED. SHE MEETS THE MOONLIGHT WITH A FAMISHED SIGH; AND THE MOON SIGHS IN TURN, COLD, STILL AND BREATHLESS.
