The aroma so sweet
With its burgundy hue
Drinking in her scent
While her vision eludes view

Veins pump with intensity
Red music plays its rhythm
For no normal humans propensity
Heart beats to him like a marching drum

Feeling her quickened emotions
Drawing closer with each step
She tries to cause commotion
As he quick and softly bites into her neck

The slowest embrace of ****** passion
Leaving one more lively than the other
He hates to leave her in this fashion
But vampires rarely take on lovers

So as he turns to dash away
A shadow in the night
It may not be the day
But a stake through the heart leaves ash in her final sight.....