A smirk, a show of her neck,
weak at the knees.
Wicked bitch!
How dare you tease?

Stupid mortal,
playing with fire.
Don't tempt a vampiress,
with what she desires.

A slap of her face,
a hard bloodied kiss.
Her eyes flash fearfully, excitedly,
she lives for this.

I tear at her hair,
she whimpers, she cowers.
She gazes up at me, submissively, tearfully,
she is more beautiful than flowers.

I close in on her,
gather her up in my embrace.
She curls up against me,
black leather and white lace.

She holds me tightly,
she thanks me, caresses me.
Hands and bodies entwined,
gazing at each other lovingly.

I sigh. Deepfully, painfully,
our roles reversed - she comforts me.
I will keep her, keep her forever,
my beloved lady.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chakros, in the year 172 MA.