"Love Of a Vampire"
He has perfect skin.
And a perfect body.
The kind I've always dreamed of having.
His skin is soft like a bed of flowers,
Perfect, so very perfect and all for me.
He gives in so easily it's as if he likes it.
The way he moans when my teeth sink in.
The way he insists I take him from the neck.
But not yet, he is yet too weak.
But how I wish to.
Push back his head,
And drink enough blood,
To make us both Sick.
I know I'd like it.
I'm sure he'd like it just as well.
But.I cannot understand,
How the boy-who-lived,
Could want me.
Do I deserve him?
Maybe.
But I crave him all the more.
His pink lips,
His eyes full of want and need.
He thinks I'm just using him I'm sure.
For his blood, for his body.
Oh no.one day he'll know.
That I've loved him all along.
Long before I wanted to.
He has perfect skin.
And a perfect body.
The kind I've always dreamed of having.
His skin is soft like a bed of flowers,
Perfect, so very perfect and all for me.
He gives in so easily it's as if he likes it.
The way he moans when my teeth sink in.
The way he insists I take him from the neck.
But not yet, he is yet too weak.
But how I wish to.
Push back his head,
And drink enough blood,
To make us both Sick.
I know I'd like it.
I'm sure he'd like it just as well.
But.I cannot understand,
How the boy-who-lived,
Could want me.
Do I deserve him?
Maybe.
But I crave him all the more.
His pink lips,
His eyes full of want and need.
He thinks I'm just using him I'm sure.
For his blood, for his body.
Oh no.one day he'll know.
That I've loved him all along.
Long before I wanted to.