When she was gone
On a cold and rainy evening on a gravestone the Vampire sits and waits, listening to her footsteps as she passes the graveyards gates
In the light of the full moon she slowly comes into view, the Lord of darkness, slides off the headstone he knows what he must do
In a blink of an eye he's beside her, she's got no place to run, if a surprise attack wins wars, this fight was already won
She opens her mouth to let out a terrifying scream but it turns into a smile, she whispers to the Vampire, have you been waiting for a while
He couldn't hide the look of shock that run across his face, but he was already looking at her veins as they pulsed with pace
She see what he was staring at slowly she tilted her neck over to the side, the Vampire moved in closer, his mouth now open wide
She felt his teeth puncture her, now she began to bleed, she could hear him gulping as the Vampire began to feed
Once he had took his fill, she was weak laying on the floor, a single heartbeat away from death, he knew not to drink no more
He knew she'd eventually recover, she'll need a few days rest, her blood tasted so devine, she was by far the very best
She returned frequently, she gave herself freely to the Vampire King, he fed on her for many years, ɓut age finally did its thing
One night she never came, even a dead hearted Vampire felt a little pain, so now he's on the gravestone once more, it's time to hunt again
THE KINKY POET