Hunger

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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yea. I don't like this one. Stupid Vampire poetry... I was never very good at it. 2005

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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!