He was sitting on my couch
When the children were leaving for school.
Dark, looking sweeter than hot chocolate,
And I was rising from my bed.
As I dressed, I wondered.
What brought him to my home so early.
He couldn't use the excuse;
That he was in the neighborhood.
His 'neighborhood' was across the bridge.
There was no time to bathe
So I slipped into jeans
And went down the hall
He sat and watched me approach
Smoking a black
He was calm and peaceful
He sat there; laid back
His eyes, lit up with desire
And what I found out later
To be hunger that was undeniable
As we chatted about my troubles
His arms were comforting
As his hands stroked my hair
His lips grazed my neck seductively
For he found my sensitivity there
As he began to slowly stroke my nipples
I was powerless to stop his seduction
The truth of the matter was
I didn't want to
I wanted him,
To touch me there.
As we went to the mirror
As he stood behind me
Making me look into the mirror
At myself
Watching myself
Growing hot and bothered
From his sexual capture
And then, I felt his fangs
Sink into my flesh
Like hot needles prickling
My tender skin
But I was powerless
From the beautiful pain
He released upon me
As he stroked my nipples
While biting my neck
he sucked from me
The life giving nectar
From my orifice
Turning me on
As he drained my soul
Lifting me up into his arms
As if I were no more
Than a sleeping child
As he carried me
To my bed
Where all my fantasies of him
Were kept hidden
Along with the toy
That I named after him
He found it
Smiling wickedly
As he began to stroke my pussy
Making my body sing
As he lowered himself
Into my essence
As he drank from me
Devouring my juices
With unholy relish
And a hunger unsurpassed
Just as he devoured my blood
Bringing me pain as well as pleasure
And I am given life once more
Through passion and pain
And the kiss of the vampire
Stays behind
Making me his thrall
Forever.
Clemonsj©2000
(revision 09/22/2013)
Rookie Scribe
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