My Bloody Valentine

As darkness approaches, I grow anxious for our meeting when your first touch will make me shiver in greeting. An invitation to a private feast, darling, for you to dine. After centuries together, I've no fear you will not decline. We've quipped about it being called Valentine's 'Day' when only in the night is it safe to come out and play. Since the first time you made love to me in your lair, I cannot get enough of your animalistic savoir faire. My proposal will be waiting when you rise from bed. You'll find me in the garden. It's nearly time to be fed. My hunger is growing for what my body requires from you. My thirst will be quenched when moonlight shines through. Ebony the night, and in its silence, I'm desperately needing to feel your lips on mine and nibbles to start the bleeding. All of me will surrender when you wake and become mine... my lover in shadowed places; my beloved bloody valentine. Around my shoulders you'll wrap me in your heavy cloak. Passion will arouse between us with every tender stroke. Moving through the fog, we will tryst inside your crypt... my buttons unfastened and your pants slowly unzipped. There's a sudden feeling that I get from you each night, eagerness for what's to come when I feel your first bite. I'll tilt my head back and desire will hit me with a rush. Your crimson lips silence me as my blood begins to gush. You drink just enough to keep our love a burning ember. Being in your arms is the only place I will ever remember. Drink from me, darling, as if the libation is a fine wine, and then I will drink from you, my beloved bloody valentine.