I do not know how I ended up in this predicament It's still a mystery to me I've come here to slay a creature of the night Yet, this creature has me wrapped around her finger I have logic and wits But as I gaze deep in her eyes, my logic ceases to exist
In the back of my head I know she is a lap dog of Satan But she has me frozen She has me wanting As she presses against me I know she can taste the blood racing in my veins
Her cold, but inviting hand brushes my cheek Soon after, her sharp nail nicks my lip I am frightened Though I do not run This is her game And she is the best at it This vampiress has me And she knows it
Seductively, her lips reach my neck The brush of her fangs tease It's all coming to an end This is true But as she bites down I have not a care in the world
The romanticism of vampires has always been such an interesting subject. Usually, the subject involves a male vampire/female victim, so I wanted to switch it up.