The Night I Died

Upon the steps there it lay, Once I arrived home from work It appeared to have sat all day and as I saw it, it made me jerk. There it lay in all its glory bading me to seize. Making me wonder its story I gave in to what it would please. And as the day faded and the chill of night did come The call of it had me sedated. and I could not bare to run. I died that night, in that vampire's arms. Without a fright, and from all her charms. She shed to me a drop of blood from the end of her finger Then I felt a rush like a flood, the taste on my lips still does linger. On that night I died so quick, and was born yet so slow and all of this was hid by a lick So now no one will know.