Wait Is It Me

My eyes are but orbs of their former selves. How am I seeing? What do I smell? Is it blood? Dracula’s or my own? He clutches me and ravishes me. It is satisfyingly delicious. A wolf howls. Wait. Is that me? Oooooooh! Oooooooh! I am shameless. A wench desiring her demon lover. The howling continues. Dracula rears back his face and stares at me. We are both delighted. It is more than enough. More a big death than a little death. He continues to feed. I tingle from my orbs to my skele-toes. Halloween came exactly in time this year.