It lingers in my veins, across my skin.
The Death that has taken my soul.
The seductive addictive pain,
Shiver ripples through my blood.
I smell you,
Scent thick with fear,with anticipation
With Lust for Eternal life.
The mark of the dead.
Twirling my fingers in your beautiful curls,
As I nuzzle closers,
And you moan as my lips hit your skin.
And I know you are ready for me
With this bite, I insite the itch,
That desperate need in you.
The hunger for more.
For my Body.
With your life blood in my body
Running over my tonuge and lips.
I whisper to you,
"I love you, My dark child".
The drug you crave,
The attention I keep from your body.
You squirm with need,
And a smile creeps to my face.
"If you want it...Take it"
A young farm boy,
Alone and lost.
My gentle hands wrap warmly around your heart
For it, and the rest of you are mine.
With great gentleness, You pull me ontop of you
My body unclothed and waiting.
My pale cold skin a stark contrast to your farmers tan
And I run my nails long your **** chest.
Take me when I let you,
Come to me when I call.
For My drug is you.
A Sweet Bite of you.