"vampiress" poems
*"Claim me,"
she whispers in a plea
"claim my soul as I wilt"
Crimson lips parted,
head thrown back
in ecstatic ache
jugular bared
she needs to feel
that sharp -edged love,
skin and barriers broken
as she melts into
the underworld
of a new grace
a magenta cry into
the inky sky
sacred silence penetrated
as only gasps are heard
milky ******* decorated
with red liquid ribbon,
his nourishment,
her demise
******* pierced with
beads of her sunset life flow
as he ***** and bites...
and howling
into heaven's delicious gate,
she writhes
Her soul dissolving
into his night
and as his spirit
absorbs her vermilion soul
their power rises,
black as coal
…………….
your lips
stick black
sanguine smile
tremulous murmurs
oh happy blood blossom of deaths surrender
sacrificial lamb
cats sparrow entranced
thighs on fire
sobbing from a thousand needled kisses
******* tearing blood
each wound a weeping mouth licking
milky white alter of cold stone
saturated alizarin rust
legs wide
feet and ******* trussed
in chains and drenched rags
for cruelties arrow
o crimson queen,
pomegranate half eaten
mouth smudge black
agape
snake tongue dancing
through cherry lips twisted
darkened eyes of fire and blood
a wash in devils incense
beloved veiled
in evils cradle
bind not the demons kiss
then face down my love upon the crypt of mist
black heavens gate
pupa
vampires bate
a blood moon shaking
a scourge you are now
goddess of pleasures wretched
in the Tuileries of the abyss
consort
your every piercing fang
duck tail ****
a boiling cauldron
desire
spills out
dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil ***** twitch
******* in a mote
ive got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot ******* *****
hells dark pope
vampiress *****
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding*
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Dear diabolic debutante / Spawn of the unfathomable abyss of blackness / Daughter of dreadful dead desire / Black-shrouded sinister sister of celestial gloom before whose imperious gaze the heavens fall silent / Whip-lash girl-child of the graves whose pallid visage kindles the myriad infernal fires / Autocratic vampiress of lunar doom whose winding-cloth enfolds the thousand horrors of blood-drenched nightmare / Thou that wanderest the cypress-crested hills of funereal necropolises / Whose icy glance cracks the ungraven tombstones of utter desolation / Empress of night and madness / Who stalks the locked and shadowed hallways of unhallowed thought / Whose burial-boat glides the still waters over Lethe’s silent depths to the unglimpsed isle of eternal mourning / Whose parapets tower above the fiefdoms of quotidian banality / Whose flying buttresses overlook the Stygian waters of the forgotten drowned denizens of damnation / Whose unshackled dungeons open to worlds of regal splendor / Whose spires pierce dark skies where oblivion buries the ruined cities of revelry under the drifting clouds of leaden time / Oh maiden of melancholic alchemy whose petrified passions transmute base metal into pure gold…
May the gibbous moon of equinox shine its baleful eye upon you; may you tread in sacramental calm the winding starlit paths of somnolent cemeteries; may my unmixed metaphors unveil in delirium their parabolic mysteries before the smoldering altar of your uninterpretable allegory; may the favor of your scorn forever lay me out, embalmed, undead, on the cold stone of merciless reality. Behold: in cryptic script of spectral apparition, in tracery of coded illumination, amidst the dawning rays of torment I write thine unknown name on the threshold of daylight. And from within the mortared wall of self I speak forth from my sepulcher the Sibylline utterance,
unsought, unheard, undreamt:
JUST WANTED TO SAY ‘HI’ !
☻
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Baby-dolled eyes,
and glamor velvet
encircles
with a cruel femininity;
the darkest pin-up
of your
diamond-dazzled
dreams always takes
it up a notch!
It’s all burlesque
and whispers
when you come into her
world of mirrored
desire that
plays just behind
her lips;
that dances just behind
her rhinestone mask.
The vampiress of
merlot, cigarettes,
and lace
always remembers
her prey;
a black-widow’s
striptease, cold
and calculated.
Again, she delights
in the fact
that she has broken
another man
she invited
in to her ruthless
masquerade.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Claret-stained kiss from maiden impure,
Cruel, burning pain, she craved more!
Hath taken my life from heaven’s eye,
Thy cankered night, in which I’ve died!
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Covenant of all ages,
Contrite despite the hatred here many feel!
Begged emotions,
Vexation of treasured spaces,
Inherited shackles to the debackle of brutes and feathered conquest!!!
Chauffeurs for you to lure,
Cheribums of wooden steps!!!
What ***** didst thou come from frosted faced vampiress?
You succeed in all pleasures,
Yet for thy measure your still undressed!!
Not like the rest,
Your timbrel makes settled noise,
Hard to avoid when thine feet trip over each step!!!
Church organs rattle about me as hymn book's not always around,
Some are phonies,
Many lonely,
Coheed to icelandic ground!!!!
Groupies meet in secludes corners,
While adorers temp with foul mouth tounges,
No blacks to white, or whites to black, just two players making one!!!
Orange cones to ex out any leaving plan's,
No clothing stands here!
This is not a mall town shop!!!!
No ice-creamed malts,
Just rags connected to colts,
Where trainers come from thy gambling slots!!!!!
Wounds to every room,
Dont get hung up on thyself,
Wherein harlotry cometh in,
Surely all grins are tiredly screaming out for help!!!!!
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
So this Sorceress,Vampiress-Succubus was the one whose unholy trust,
I had to bust out of,break out from-
like the Queen of the ****** she used Wicked Temptation,
to fool my crew,my man lost his way,
I could hear his final screams as demons dragged him away,
to be a centre stage meal at the next Vampire feast,
but the Sandman would never leave a man to the beast...
So like Blade mixed with Slaine I forgave him,then slayed him,
(New from Weds)he'd betrayed me,but i couldn't betray him,
so to the sweet arms of Morpheus I gave release,
so he wouldn't feel the ever painful touch with no Surcease,
With Vamps gathered on my Left,Ghouls hissing on my right,
The Sandman knew it was time to release the tight,
hold on my soul that kept my own BEAST in check,
time for a reckoning was ripped from my neck,
in a howl,part growl as I began to transform...,
(I've run out of ideas for the moment)-any suggestions are welcome...
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
Sat her castle, cold and dark
Upon the jagged hill
Surrounded by the deepest wood
Where seemed the time stood still
There in the wood a cottege sat
Of neat and propper trim
None should dare to enter there
The wood belonged to him
Both existed in a solitude
and lived within their ways
He locked himself away each night
She did the same each day
She had been of noble birth
A Barroness title to her name
Yet a brief encounter late one night
Her blood it left to taint
He'd been a hunter most all his life
and held a trackers skill
But he was bitten late one night
of the wolf he thought he'd killed
An age has passed since that time
and each lived on their own
Far away from mortal eyes
Carrying their curse alone
Til the night she walked the wood
Farther than she'd ever been
And came upon the cottege door
and carefully stepped in
A thunderous roar, it launched at her
poised to the attack
She bared her fangs and glared at it
As the chains had held it back
The Vampress and The Wolf's eyes met that night
both glowing green and red
What could have been destruction both
Something magical happened instread
The moon now hid behind the clouds
and showed his human form
A flame ignited in her cold dead heart
Her body began to warm
Seeing clear her beauty held
His rage did quickly melt
His heart beat fast, His mind consumed
by these new emotions felt
And now the castle, nor the wood
seemed as dark nor cold
As the Vampress and the Wolf
had eachother to hold
Share!
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:02 AM 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
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
we sink
like a trade-off of gestures inside a heavy winter
coat, out of season
standing gawky
and graceful like little dancer, 14 yo
creeping along, cross-legged as a vampiress
they will be
wild-haired in well kept soil.
histories, cleaner than they should be-
still mourning our lost autumnal,
we
skulkfully, drear around corners, peering downwards at that
which we want to scare us back
there might be
things
just below the top layer
with teeth
we just can't help running our fingers through-
gut, twisting- hoping not to get
that
text
message.
that phone call. we know might come at any time. any minute now. at any hour of the night
//
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
I want to taste every inch of your epidermis
Blood's boiling like lava in a thermos
When you ambulate
My phallus will gyrate
While my body is at a standstill
Stalemate
I want you to chew me like a vampiress
Gaze deep in your iris
Leave me wide open like a coke junkie's sinus
My libido is poisonous
Your feminine essence
Seems to be the only antidote
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
1.
Flickering orbs of light
daintily pirouette
carving deep wells of horizontal thought
into the distant cave walls.
Gyration
by gyration
birth dancing shadows
emerge from the unpainted
anthropological canvass
of her moon waltzing heart.
2.
She feeds
on the blood
of a holographic universe
a vampiress
of the verse
her quill composed
of hushed owl wings
a squadron of angry whispers
poised on the galaxy’s edge
sipping deeply
from inky black existence
her pure
mirror soul
a rainbow suffused
with the mystery
of midnight
the oscillating wavelength
of her mind’s delicate intent
ripe with stark blue motion
reaching barehanded
into even the greatest broken-glassed voids
winking wryly at the waves
of the Cosmic Microwave Background
posting that playpen snapshot
of a stumbling baby universe
onto the ostentatious fridge
of her cascading nightime heart.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC