Deadly beauty at its finest.
The elixir of the red rose’s thorns mixed within a river of ice.
That is what we are.
The Red Winter river flows during this time of great transition.
I met my love here, right at the moment when we were both born.
Bonded blood by blood, skin by skin, bone by bone, particle by particle, being by being.
Sweetly satisfying to the touch.
Forever held together by intimacy and passion.
Soul flames burning as one.
In order for us to continue to spread love in the red is to find a host.
We’re waiting for you my dear…
We need new blood… we need you.