The blood thirsty lurks.
Seeking around corners.
Predators oh so delicious about.
Eagle eyes changing color with the wind.
From amber to golden browns.
Tell a story of young love, everyone’s dream.
The strong in self control.
Unyielding to another’s passions and desires.
Clawed by the piercing of vultures.
Cold and white skin embellished in crimson.
The need to get closer.
Fangs touch and break through the barriers.
Pupils dilated ready for another violent thrust.
A kill. As lust enrages within the human grip, sweat and saliva.
Enticing innocence. Coupled with the darkness.
Wanting to protect. Wanting to torture.
The blackness engaged masked in clouds of fog and doom.
To see the glimmer of prism sunlight glittering on the skin.
To taste the drops of frozen sweat. Mirrors crashing.
Flying above the everglades. The forest draws one near.
To seek the forbidden. The lost. The committed.
A self- fulfilling legacy of destitute belonging.
Ample bosom, brunette locks, embraces the unwilling.
The touch of bodies. Yielding.
Swollen lips. The kiss of death.
As the blood drips. Scarlet.
The dichotomous choices of the morrow.
Ahh to hide one’s face in the shadows.
Never to have sunlight upon the skin.
A vampire’s loss.
The beast within.
Temptation prowls about.
(To anyone who has ever dreamed of a scarlet lover...)