Kiss of the Night (Parts 1 & 2)

Another lonesome night in my bed,
lonely thoughts frolic in my head.
As I was sitting...staring at the floor
Suddenly I heard a knock at the door.

I got out of bed to answer the call,
but no one was there...no one at all.
I returned to my room, utterly annoyed,
returning to my lonely void.

Then, through the window, I saw a shape,
wearing some sort of cloak or cape...
It looked like a woman, but hard to tell,
and my curiosity began to swell.

I searched around, outside my home,
and found a page, torn from a tome.
It took a moment to regain my senses,
but disregarded premature pretenses.

To clear my mind, I went for a stroll,
seems isolation had taken its toll.
The moon was bright, peaking from the clouds,
again I saw the figure in violet shrouds.

I ran to it as quickly as I could,
but alas, my efforts did no good.
I got there and it was gone,
and in confusion, I continued on.

I came across a graveyard, empty and quiet
I just decided to walk on by it.
I then heard a moan, distinct and clear
Which then sparked curiosity and fear.

I walked into the cemetery, deeply concerned,
I saw that candles and incense still burned.
I walked closer to the sound, and then I froze
there stood the figure, holding a white rose...
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...It trembled, and quivered, but not from the cold
I then collected my thoughts as sanity took hold.
I hid behind a grave, it knew not I was there
my frozen gaze, was now a locked stare.

The shrouds fell slightly, and I saw it was a lass,
who appeared to be wielding a dagger of glass.
She began to smile, and moan slightly,
while cutting slowly, trickling lightly.

She began pleasuring herself, while bleeding in lust
I did not want to interfere, but felt that I must...
I said: "What are you doing!? Have you gone mad!?
you are nude in a cemetery and bleeding bad!"

She just stood silent, and gestured with her hand,
beckoning me, as if a command.
I was at her mercy, nothing I could say,
I was entranced, and had to obey.

She removed my shirt, dragging the blade on my chest,
she ran her tongue across my wound, as hands caressed.
She then sat upon a grave, and spread open her thighs,
she was yearning for me to proceed, I saw it in her eyes.

I approached her and she zipped me down,
then started groping and kissing all around.
I began to kiss her, while gripping her hips,
then I united our bodies, while still locking lips.

I began slowly...but her body yearned for more,
I tightened my grip, thrusting like never before.
Now I know that I have found the pace
she is quivering in ecstasy, with a smile on her face.

I continued and her nails pierced into my skin,
she started panting and moaning with a sinister grin.
She is drawing close with her passion at its peak
she exploded from within and her juices began to leak.

The stone drenched in our fluids, an artwork of desire
and the spirits watched in envy, dancing around the pyre.
Afterward I kissed her as I drew her near me
but things turned darker, I could not see clearly.

She had plunged the dagger into my heart
and blew me a kiss as I began to depart...

Then I woke up, alone in my room,
I was not injured, relief began to bloom.
I chuckled at myself for having that dream
but I realized things were not what they seemed.

On my pillow was a white petal, dipped in blood
and my shoes were covered with grass and mud.
The page from the tome, lay on the ground,
but no other clues of the night were found.

I know not what happened, but I do know this...
I would do it all again for that one...dark kiss...