Bela LaJoesi is alive and well.
He's living in Philly and I've got quite a tale to tell.
He lives about an hour from my home.
Rumor has it on dark and rainy nights he likes to roam.
As I slumbered sweet one stormy night ago.
Clad in a flowing ivory gown cut rather low.
The thunder clasp and gusting wind blew.
Not a fit night for man or beast I knew.

I had no idea how my life was about to change.
This was a prophecy that he had neatly arranged.
The window flew open and thick fog it just rolled.
I felt his presence and his entrancement took hold.
Aroma of this man filled my every sense.
Lustful eyes and a heavy sigh make a poor defense.
He moved in still closer and still I felt no fear.
My eyes meeting his, bid him come nearer.

In my heart, I knew I was no longer strong,
Whatever, may happen, I hoped wouldn't be wrong.
His breathe warm and close to my ear.
Whispering ,his intent and making it clear.
I then surprised myself and offered up my neck.
With a shake of his head he kissed me slow and I don't mean a peck.
The kind of kiss that sets a woman on fire.
And sparks every nerve ending with hot desire.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself just to feel.
He spoke again and I could only nod ,my fate I did seal.
I offered him myself without any reserve.
Knowing, I would now be his forever to serve.
Finally ,the moment I feared but needed so much
I felt his warm tongue lick my skin and I begged for his touch.
The sharp pain of his teeth sank into my skin!
I began seeing flashbacks of everyplace I had ever been.

Waves of pleasure washed over me till I could take no more.
Though he dined until satisfied, my pleas he ignored

I felt exhausted and heavy were my eyes.
Somewhere, from deep within came a long deep sigh.
Sweet slumber came to me again this dark night.
In the morning I awoke to a surprise and erotic sight
On my breast were two punctures and two drops of blood.
And on my pillow was a long stem crimson rosebud

You may think it's a far fetched tale that I tell
I have marks on my chest as a reminder that my soul I did sell........

Inspired by Joe McCarthy's poem....Red Wine