In the Porcelain Twilight Dark Flambé

 
In the porcelain twilight dark flambé
I find your primitive lust quite enticing
The hunger for flesh is irrepressible
As the need to feed is constantly rising

I can feel your heart beating, speeding
When I come closer toward your soul
I sin in every single inch of your skin
Something I won’t be able to control

With every breath I bring a little death
In your exhales I inhale your essence
Leisure and languid amidst stark dreams
I long to hear you scream in my presence

In the lonely looming hours of the night
The desire burns deeper than any fire
For in the shadows a great ache awaits
When I take the form of a ravenous vampire