Blood Lust

* This poem was written based on MTC's Challenge 21 - to write about vampires! Dark hours feed my passion, amongst alleys and backstreets, is where I prowl, picking my victims with finesse, tender white skin, showing an arousing blue shaded line, delicately tracing its' way, across the throat, down to the bosom, then hidden beneath a silky soft neck line. My desire peaks, I plunge deep into throbbing pulse, and drink life, frenzied, 'til finally I am satiated, my thirst quenched, I retreat to the safety of my satin lined resting place, until the sun retreats beneath the horizon, and the darkness calls my passion once again.