Naked Crowfeet-with Grace

Wrap me in verses with your pen  
the early leaf of my virgin flower  
as your lips soothe my veins  
listening to my pulse, lub dub dub  
in the boudoir of our nakedness  
caressing me with your eyes of crowfeet  
 
Cursed to thirst for the warmth of blood  
to dwell only in the dark of the night  
lurking in shadows dappled so deep  
In gloom to feast on magenta  
tears dripping from keen eyes  
reluctant yet urged by bestial lusts  
linger I to look up to heaven  
willing the Majestic to end my existence  
my body is a shell for life she has none  
 
In the crevices of broken bones  
walking alone with just memories  
with the scent of your decadence  
and succulent liquors of your heart  
sliding off my tongue like soul burn  
wetting my pale pastel blue lips  
 
I care not for you but as the bringer of my nectar  
yet I walk with sorrow under the moonlight weaves  
unclean undead the Nosferatu  
cursing the one who turned me so  
tired of the immortal coil  
bound by the curse on kiss bestowed  
by one familiar man centuries ago  
my heart was cold as a tomb  
longs for rest from hunts gore