Oh, My Star
210 Words
Oh, my star.
My liquid vampire.
Oh, my bucket of blood.
My throwdown.
My shine on.
My slip.
My shove.
Oh, my dream.
My filter.
My wake.
My tempest.
My heartbeat.
My fake.
One True Vampire
Ah, love's first bite
Droplets of sweet copper berry
Lacy and warm
Ripe as a new cherry
The fangs depart
The startled heart
As the teeth slip true and deep
His sultry shudder
Cuts through you like butter
You almost stop to weep
The taking is drugging
Like liquid loving
Your mouth is crimson fire
He wraps a fist in your hair
And submits to your desire
Under this blood red moon
Where knowing eyes can't watch
You close the wound
With a sweeping lick
And kiss his eyes
So hot
For they are full of misty tears
And red as midnight fire
You've created your forever
Your one true vampire
Two poems that have floated around in my stuff for so long, I cannot remember what year they appeared inside my head anymore. Vampires have always, always occupied space up there. So beautiful, cold but also warm with passion. Alluring in many ways. Imagine that sweet surrender, the taking. All of it begging the question...what is pleasure if not a bit of pain?
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