Vampyrik Lust

Crimson lips hide razor fangs.
A death like face covered with pitch black hair.
Her piercing eyes stare me down, as she hunts her next victim.
Interested in what she has found, she grins.
The glistening moon comes out of hiding.
I show no fear as I awaite the death I've yearned from a young age.
She moves foward, as do I.
Her fangs glare in the moonlight.
Our bodies press against each other, and a pleasurable shiver decends down my spine.
She softly kisses my warm lips, and all my secret fantasies are revealed.
I see lust in her eyes as well.
What at first was food is now her desire.
With her razor sharp teeth she rips off my clothes.
Her nails dig into my back.
Letting my fantasies take control, I caress her cold dead body.
As she kisses my neck I feel her venomous teeth and I begin to loose control.
She bites into my warm flesh and begins to feed on my life.
As I slowly fade away, I whipser in her ear;
"Please my vampyrik lady, let me join you in this eternal bliss."
She stops and stares into my eyes.
Seeing no fear she slashes her wrist.
"Drink my from my veins my child and you will be foolish. Yet I know it is what you yearn. So drink my darling and join me in death."
I smile and kiss her once more before I begin to drink from her.
The taste overwhelmes me.
Her blood so rich and exqusite it brings me to where I belong.
As I begin to fade into death, I feel so much more alive.
This stranger from the shadows has become all I've ever wanted.
A new lust awakens in me.
A new craving of blood.
She dresses me with her cloak as we disapear into the night.
Together we feed under the moonlight.


Chérie Indoe
January 31, 2004.