Vampire

[Rhiannon]

lay me down beside her
so that the hairs on my arm might bend against her
fragility
as does my will kneel to her beauty
and my mind to her body
our fingers intertwine and desires mingle
our breaths too aligned to distinguish
and our lips too close to care
her marble neckline curves to perfection
so I follow, into the valley
and must feed of the fruits of sweat, and flesh, and blood
the liquid flows over my lips
down my throat and through my veins
and I feel her deep inside me
her taste can never leave me
as my mark can never leave her

 

[Nietzche]

. . . morbidly familiar . . .
[ 30 July 2002: Message edited by: Nietzche ]