Vampiress
By Handsum-Hart

Upon his pampered neck,
she laid her hungry fangs 
with evil intent
and with cursed passion,
bit deep and tasted him
with a vampiric suck.
As he watched
in horrifying happiness.
His liquid of red
dripping from the lips
he thought so dear,
of them he feared to kiss.

With sharpened fingernails
of bloodlust,
she slashed at his heartbeat
and reddened his chest
with 10 lines of bleeding ecstasy.
As he rejoiced in tortuous bliss,
from the fingertips, whose touch
he dreaded with cheer.

With black cape,
she covered his body
in dark shadow.
As he turned off the lights
in his crying eyes and waited
with frightened delight,
for more spine-scaring treats
of the fallen night.
Only her spooky love,
darker than doom
could inflict on him.

© 2003 Ronald Howard Moman