Dracula’s Girl

In the quietness of the museum hall my ancient picture hangs  
I am between here and there when the lights go out, I come alive as I step out this picture frame
Needing to be tasted as he gets me hot while the deeper he sinks his fangs  
I am Dracula’s girl  
The handsome vampire who has my heart on a beautiful twirl  
He craves my loving throughout the calling if midnight  
When passion for us stirs into pools of desires plight  
 
The moon is full so drink of this sexy vampiress  
He drains my blood until not a drop is left  
In his beguiling trace I writhe until I climax under him  
Then he flips me over hips in the air and makes me cream all over again  
Ecstasy he relishes as he dips in and out the folds of my soft skin  
Mm… I am his past, his present, my bloodline is the crown of his family jewels  
Between my thighs he climbs as I give him a taste of his hungering immortal food