The moon awakens me
Your scent is in the air
I search for you with hunger
More hunger than I can bear
I find you sleeping in your bed
Your window locked up tight
Face strained in a bad dream
I call out in the night
You can sense me
Tossing and turning in your nightgown
Under my spell- Awaken, sweet human
Open the window- do not frown.
Your sweet taste
Crimson blood in your veins
Pulsing, Hot, the liquid I crave
In your neck I drive my fangs
When satisfied I leave you
Dazed and oddly pale
I shall visit again, succulant mortal
Until death consumes the frail
I actually enjoyed this poem, it was pretty good. I've always had a thing for vampirism, it's pretty sexy when you are writing erotic poetry, hehe!