Frenzied
At the softest push of twilight
the fanged immortal
are roused for the night…
Ice cold in Midsummer heat;
Frenzied I long for the chill
of my vampire’s skin..
My Love let me fill you a drink of me,
under the moonlight it’s so scorching…
Blood wine in proper South humidity;
Can anything else completely
satiate this thirst?
Teeth like popsicles
as they melt across my skin;
Ice cold I long for that chill….
Encapsulating the sky
at the softest push of twilight,
my fanged Love is roused for the night…
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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