Emily:
She held my hand
And squeezed my finger,
Though poised with a lance
I wanted her to linger,
Because her look of concentration
Displayed her finest features,
Then she speared my finger
Oh my; what a creature.

Fair skin and beauty
I couldn't ask for more,
Oh yes, vampiric women
I surely adore,
And when that drop of blood came
There was a smile on her lips,
As I pondered the future
With the sway of her hips.

Sure, this is but a fantasy
Of my dusty imagination,
Securely embedded
In juvenile infatuation,
I'm the first to admit
I'm stuck at age fourteen,
Be that it may
She's the blood chick queen.