Desiring the Vampire

It was the Southern French window blowing open he came in the night no word spoken The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker I will soon die unsure of my fate my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair even if he is not a man but a beast I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful feeling like I'm in a forever dream I wait for him too enter I wait for him willing to die I wait losing my Religion The Vampires offering am I " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain