A Vampire’s Love

A vampire’s love
Comes in the blackest night
A night with no soul
His night he owns its darkness
Across centuries he searches
He feeds the dark urges inside
No heartbeat no pulse
Eyes so red yet so cold
Bound by the sweetness of blood
It’s hot flowing taste
The wine of choice
Woman his chalice to sip from
Savouring pure natural delights
He gazes upon her sleeping beauty
Laying in her bedroom sanctuary
But tonight this sanctuary is his church
She will worship him like others before her
The strange control over
Will make her shiver right down her spine
He yearns for this moment
Where he touches her very being
Bringing madness a weird sense of love
Her heart will pound at his touch
Never knowing such cold passion
In her entire existence
Feeling like a dream
His masculinity exudes
Surrounding her drowning her in his animal scent
How could anything be more dangerous?
Yet so beautiful
Her pure essence is his
He is wildly drunk on her
As she completely surrenders her body
She cannot fathom why she is his
In the depths of her mind
There is a sliver of reason
But her body betrays her
There is no escape from the desire
He simply owns her in that first bite