Ritual

By thecitymorgue

The smell of stale cigerette smoke,
The sound of beer bottles banging.
Loud music.
Tina enters the club,
Casual yet awkward in a crowd alone.

Industry and goth in style and cliques.
She,arrayed in black perfection,
Against a cinder block wall stands.
Satisfied.
Breathing in the majic of the night.

He approaches quite courtly in countenance.
Purple and black set against pale skin,
Taller than the rest,
With the hair of a god,
And a smile so gracious.
Tina trembles at his apparent arrroach.

His eyes cast a sensual spell.
Behind those eyes seemed no soul,
Yet more than a soul,
In his eyes in his stare,
She saw her summons,the call of the night,
A total surrender.

She spoke softly,timid,
Are you a vampire?
Yes my dear!
We are creatures of the same night.
There is in our meeting an age old agenda.

Will you make me be like you?
Teach me!
Yours eyes command me like a Lord.
I am drunk with this wine,
Yet clear mind,I would be like you.

A true child of the night,
Only 22,unaware,insecure.
Into the chill of the night,
Behind dark buildings,
In the shadows sensual commune.

His embrace,his kiss,
She melted like snow,
Melting slowly,absorbed in him.
He so gentle,
A gentleman and his lady.

He aroused every desire in her.
His hand under her dress,
Moving slowly up her thigh.
Moving gently inside.
Touching,the touch of the night.

The pain was quick,numbing all senses.
Eye teeth piercing her neck,
Moving through muscle,
Separating connective tissue,
Opening the artery.

He drank her as she quivered,
Her weak eyes lost in his.
Rubbing in rhythm fingering flesh.
Experiencing erotic evolution,
Convulsing in pleasure,dying in his arms.

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Copyright 2011 thecitymorgue
Published on Saturday, November 27, 1999.     Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"
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  • archangelmichael On Tuesday, August 21, 2012, archangelmichael (11)By person wrote:

    I love how you said "drank her" instead of drank from her. The blood is a precious life force not simply something that is inside someone. The way you worded that is very insightful.

  • TaintedSaffron On Wednesday, August 15, 2012, TaintedSaffron (124)By person wrote:

    I lost sense of time and place while I was reading this. It made me feel like I was there seeing everything first hand. Thank you for the experience, it was thrilling.

  • AHHH On Sunday, October 31, 2004, AHHH (191)By person wrote:

    wow. sweet write.

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