Bloodlust
The moon looms like a half-lidded eye
Casting silver light on an otherwise dark night
I embrace the kiss of the stars
As my skin gives off an ethereal glow
Into the urban jungle I go
For I am like a lion on the prowl
Test me and you might get a playful growl
But I'd prefer to go with the flow
A masquerade ball in a luxurious mansion
I put on my golden mask and cover my eyes
With a winning smirk upon my face
And how I simply adore the shocked looks
We're all here in masks
But the scent of blood tickles my nose
Aware of the eyes following me
The eyes of a wide-eyed doe
Her mask is a moon and sun
In the act of kissing each other
In a dazzling red dress
Inviting masculine contemplation
When the music begins I take her hand
And we begin to dance
In the presence of a predator
She dares not look away
I can feel every time her heart skips a beat
For in her exultation she has two left feet
But in her cheeks I see a growing heat
As inhibition faces defeat
We slip away from the crowd
Up three flights of stairs
On the very top floor a private balcony
Bewitched by the moon and stars
There our passion blossoms with a kiss
And our hands become wanderers
In pursuit of places that delight the imagination
Earning delighted gasps and moans
Overcome with need I ask to feed
And despite herself she bares her neck
And an agonized cry becomes a moan of pleasure
As fangs plunge into her soft flesh
Blood flows past my fangs
Sating the need of my burning throat
A deep groan of pleasure
Fills the night
As blood lust fades into natural lust
Beneath the moon and stars we become one
Lost to the throes of pleasure and passion
Neither of us want the night to end
Copyright © Disco Freak | Year Posted 2021
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