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
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
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.
