Hold still now; don’t move
Precious one,
Scented desire beckons to me
Trickling over my skin and heightening my need
Your blood sings my name
Can you hear it?
Your body pressed tightly beneath mine
My tongue dances along the curve of your neck
Lapping at your silky offering
Tasting the rhythm of your heartbeat
Fangs lengthen and ache
A deafening hunger
Your fear mingles with anticipation
Splintering my control
One whispered word of welcome fills my soul
Yes...
Mmm mmmm Good! Thanks for the tingles all over!
ReplyDeleteDianne
Oh I like!
ReplyDeleteI need a cold shower. Thx, for your tantalizing poem. As always, your poem(s) fill me with the good stuff, Lady Wookie. I like it! ox
ReplyDeleteOooh my!
ReplyDeleteLove "splintering my control" -The lusty vampires shall inherit the earth!
ReplyDeleteLove it. I knew you would do a great job with the subject. "One whispered word of welcome fills my soul...... Yes.... " Wow.
ReplyDeleteThe vampire's thirst transcends all sexual desire and in moments may seem to climb to the heights of love... true love.. tortured love... perhaps even unrequited love.. all illusion. You have captured this beautifully in the poem. Deep desire.
Some will see it as lusting, but I see it as a need to posses... a need to fill that which is missing within the vampire... For a moment to feel the ecstasy of being complete. It's all fantasy, because we all know the vampire will look to feed again. It will look to satisfy that Hunger.
Okay, so are you working on the next one? ;)