Her Cool, Strange Touch

This poem was written based uopn MTC's Challenge 21 - to write about vampires! She has a strange sense of mystery about her, the way her porcelain white skin almost glows through the darkness, as she peaks of times long past, as if she were there. yet her eyes, so dark, so deep, so sensual, draw me to her. On this hot summer night, her cool, strange touch releaves me from the heat, and draws me closer, down to her red satin sheets, where we make surreal love for hours, as she leads the way. She nibbles my neck, teasing me, with her eroticism. Suddenly I feel her deep piercing lunge right down to my soul. Yet, still aroused, I let her have her way with me, until I pass out; pass away, and float endlessly in the unknown, rememberng always, her cool, strange touch.