The One

She's a beast much wilder and a thing even blood-thirstier; excited, I take refuge and secret, forbidden repose in her dangerous embrace which deceitfully protects me from other predators of the heart--my own beating and panting in my chest like a tender, beefy doe about to become someone's tender rack of venison meat; paralyzed with anticipation, I go along as she sighs to me soothingly that it will be quick, that I won't even feel a thing...and as I joyfully submit she lovingly plunges her sharp, thirsty fangs into my juicy veins and sucks them dry! And as my body falls into a bloodless, pallid heap I then know that she is the One.