The Lass of Borgo Pass

The coach rumbles up the stony pass
Keeping Harker wide awake
As do the wolves on either side
A savage escort howling the approach

But hold, there awaits a lass
Her thumb extended, eyes aflame
Hair stirring despite the lack of wind
Her words pure, plaintive, and distressed  

"Sir, if you would be so kind
My Master awaits, dead ahead
We near his castle, where I surmise
You will be our guest tonight

"I catch a whiff of hidden fear
Doubts remaining in your eyes
I, kind Sir, am here to please
And relieve you forthwith of your unease"

Her fingers pop his waistcoat and pantaloons
As she lowers her head, incisors concealed
And drains his manhood dry
Dispersing all thoughts of Mina from his soul and mind

The Master's castle looms ahead
As Harker cries out his ecstasy
The iron gates groan, then swing wide
His nocturnal children welcome in this luxury of night