I feel her chilling touch here in my sleep,
My girl of dreams is dressed in shades of night,
Her hunger for fresh blood upon her lips,
My senses know the darkness of her delight.
Her hour has come and now she takes control,
Such beauty burns in love’s eternal fires,
My weakness succumbs to her vampire want,
For she, the woman of my dark desires.
With one bite she purged and raped my soul,
As blood-filled veins became her wanton feast,
Yet beauty let me live another night
As she left before the dawn kissed the east.
Enchanted soul, I longed to feel her touch
To come alive in pain that is my need,
I wanted so much more than her sweet bite,
My own desires had come to take their feed.
Form: Sicilian Quatrains