This one is for the Halloween in the den - A poem about a vampire's seduction.
I might have posted this some years ago with my Sandie Angel's ID, but it was deleted. So I'm posting this once again with this Sandie May Joyce's ID.
Last night
So softly you came to me,
softly you whispered,
softly we touched each other.
My arms stretched out to you,
gently, we held each other tight.
Last night, you were mine.
I watched your face
Your eyes danced with passion
Your dark hair flowing in the night wind.
So lovingly you spoke to me with your eyes
My heart pounded and with desire heightened
I beckoned you to come forward.
I surrendered to you
My heart
My body
My soul.
You were gone this morning.
Were you really here
... or was it just a dream?
I raised my hand to touch my neck
and felt the throbbing bite mark
you had left behind.
Yes, you were really here for me!
I smiled with contentment
and waited patiently
for nightfall once again.
If you had watched some Vampire movies which I doubt you have, you would know that the Vampire NEVER KILLS the one he loves instantly. Sucking her blood is NOT about killing between Vampires. They are actually making love through the act. Her blood will never be sucked completely dry from the act. (I wish you would have watched more horror movies or vampires movies. Seriously! You need to do that.)
And before long, this woman will be dead and shall be declared dead to the physical world she lives in, but she won't be dead to the Vampires World. She would become the undead and would become this Vampire's eternal lover. The top Vampire who has been around for a long time can roam the streets in the daytime just as humans do, but they won't eat or drink anything as consumed by humans. In order to kill a vampire, one needs to drive a stake through his/her heart. There will be another episode to this poem which I will post at another day.
I never could figure out what was so appealing about being bit in the neck and having your blood sucked out so that some narcissistic creature could have his meal. It appears to me that the original vampire story was written with the total domination of man over woman. In this poem, your soul is given for one night of mistaken pleasure.
Why would he come back to you for another meal? You're dead.
This is really getting down to the nitty-gritty some would say, and I applaud and agree. Everything is there night what was accomplished that is not getting down with obscenity, although I would have probably had a couple of those words. Viva the difference! Good write.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
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Gavin
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Jane
Dan
If you had watched some Vampire movies which I doubt you have, you would know that the Vampire NEVER KILLS the one he loves instantly. Sucking her blood is NOT about killing between Vampires. They are actually making love through the act. Her blood will never be sucked completely dry from the act. (I wish you would have watched more horror movies or vampires movies. Seriously! You need to do that.)
And before long, this woman will be dead and shall be declared dead to the physical world she lives in, but she won't be dead to the Vampires World. She would become the undead and would become this Vampire's eternal lover. The top Vampire who has been around for a long time can roam the streets in the daytime just as humans do, but they won't eat or drink anything as consumed by humans. In order to kill a vampire, one needs to drive a stake through his/her heart. There will be another episode to this poem which I will post at another day.
Sandie
Why would he come back to you for another meal? You're dead.
Ron
Regis