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…