The pale glow of her skin

Calls out to him

Calling and luring and dragging him in

The kiss of two lovers

The passion delight

Nothing compared to the vampires bite

Golden hair flows back

Exposing her skin

Her blood its calling

Calling to him

Feel her heart beating

Its racing, its racing

Beating and beating the darkness within

Now the bites taken

Now the bloods flowing

Drip, drip, dripping for him 

Soaking and staining the soft white skin

Come see the feeding of

Marius Gallowsraven

She's so casual squishy,
that Velda Tautginas. Lithuanians
have the strangest names
but **** can they cook. Fine
figured woman too. That Marius
is sure a lucky man. I don't know
how he keeps the pounds off.
If someone was cooking me
kugel like that, I'd be fat as a
manatee. Gettin' close though.

Shoulda never moved to Florida.
It's so **** sticky, I can't bear
to leave the air conditioning. Still,
Id've never met the Tautginas
had I not moved to St. Pete's. Guess
I oughta get a treadmill or
one of them there Beachbody
workout videos. Hell Marius tells me
Velda's sister is recently widowed
and is moving here from Newark.
Bet she knows how to make,
kugel like that.

a twist of legs, a sort of side jump shadow
getting wild behaviour to its happy roots
no-body can resist to this merry-go-round
virus

“amour” is the only word remained in his dictionary
the only drink accepted in his clans like a shard
of life sparkling greater than the sun itself
ashy

moustache hides a strange confidence when
lifted from the always-filled glass
with potion called
manouche

in the eyes of Lewis he caresses
the immortal chords

**© Marius Surleac