I fell under a spell looking into her eyes and I thought 'what the hell' holding on to my cries as I fell to the deck with her teeth sinking in to the side of my neck where the skin was most thin and she drained off my tanks 'till my legs felt like lead then with no word thanks there she left me for dead yet I couldn't help yearn as I lay on the floor that should my strength return I might see her some more since I'd had such a blast while I slaked her of thirst she would not be the last and thank God, not the first.
Vampire poem number 3. The other two were better. Well, one of them was. Maybe.