Last Night

It was just last night, in which thee came

To me upon waves of dreams of blood

Lust.  This mind aches from the thirst,

The need to quench, the urgency of this

Most foulest of hungers!  Still fresh, this

Dream is, within mine soul.  Yes, it cut

That deep within the fog of sleep, thy

Image, or at least, thy mind has.  Mine

Skin can still feel the heat, radiating and

Soothing heat, of thy soul touching mine.

The aching of muscles gives proof that

Perhaps more than a dream, this encounter

Was.  Vivid, so very vivid!  Two souls

In the night, lost in vampiric bliss of the

Exchange of life.  I can still taste thee upon

Mine lips, just now!  That sweet, sweet

Metallic joy of which that I crave so fervently.

Doth I still linger upon thy lips as well?

(c) 2003 A Riddle