21 May 2012
Leant back in his arms, Lies a woman he wooed with his charms.
He tilts her head back and pushes away her hair, And eyes the biting spot where, He will find a direct vain to retrieve the blood, The meaning of this quite misunderstood.
He is undead and blood makes him thrive, It's a pity his victims never stay alive, He pierces the neck and two beads of blood form, The blood is thick and warm.
The full bite is done with such haste, The mouth of his fills with a metallic taste, Normal folk would would find it disgusting, To have this as their lusting.
The blood fills his heart and warm through his body, The thought of it beating makes him quite jolly.
He lifts himself up and makes sure they are both clean, There are no traces of blood and his teeth seem to gleam.
The woman he had falls limp to the floor, And he leaves her there thinking about her no more.
A Vampire's Pleasure. • Opuss № I