This is number six of ORLOK's poems
When I see a fat smiling face
On a plump young virgin
I am consumed with lust
To rip out her neck
And to suck the lifeblood
From her throbbing veins.
And then my drooling jaws
Slide down her floppy tits
Heading southwards
To where the business is at
For a further tasty mouthful
From both ends.
Finally I administer
The coup de grâce
Which is to say
Putting it bluntly
Eight inches of vampiric knob
Up the dirtbox.