she walks in the shadows, is one with the dark
look into her eyes and see the blood spark
don't get too close, or insult her dark fashion,
but to her it's the same, well, all anger and passion
she's not human, or alien, but a lovely vampire
and when she looks at you, it just kindles a fire
a feeling of danger, exciting, though, too
as she shows her teeth, moves closer to you
her mouth starts on yours, then moves down your skin
and it's then that you wonder at the trouble you're in
as her kiss moves down into that tensing hollow
in your neck, you take a deep breath, a deep swallow.
she plants one last kiss on the most vulnerable spot
to ease all your worries, and get her all hot
her heart beats much faster, but then, so does yours
your breathing and hers, well,
becomes a great chore.
her lips start to open, her teeth become longer,
and you can just feel that your fear's getting stronger
how scary, how awesome, the terror, the thrill
she must be enjoying it,but you're footing the bill...
her fangs start to pierce the flesh at your neck
you first try to fight it, but then think, 'what the heck?'
the skin is now broken, blood runs down your flesh...
as she laps it up, your bodies, minds, mesh...
your lives are now one, you fell into the mire
you're forever a prisoner of the black fire...
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