I stand ground, not able to move
enchanting godess before my eyes
she floats closer
I start to shiver
tickle of pleasure and lust
how smooth the sight of her skin
how pure the look of her breasts
she touches me,
sorcery
she kisses me,
divinity
my hands run down her back
her sweet mouth on my cheek
she runs het snake-tongue down
her lips embrace my neck
think, I can no more
until I feel a sudden strike
of cutting, piercing pain
gradually I weaken
as she visciously drinks
I fall toward my bed
she throws a smile at me
her mouth a little bath
filled with blood of mine
her teeth as long as knives
left me here to die
she licks her lips once more
this hunter of the night
~x~