Across the bar, I saw you standing there
Just out of the light’s glare partly shaded
Struck by your beauty, all I could do was stare
And you stare back with intent, but I was jaded
From the same flowers, different weeds
We were a pair of living contradictions
Your alabaster skin versus my well tanned
But you aim your look at me with conviction
You started to say something to me
But realize the music is too loud
So you mimed to me your destination
And wound your way through the crowd
I follow through the din of partying bodies
To the bathroom down the end of the hall
You didn’t hesitate for even a moment
As you reached around me to lock the stall
I was filled with words, yet could say nothing
High as a kite from the essence of you
You smiled like the cat caught with the bag
And proceeded to make dreams come true
In a desire that so overwhelmed me
I mulled but one thought, to get inside
Of your heart, of your soul, inside of you
Totally stripped of that thing called pride
I was afraid you would think I was crazy
But your kiss removes all other thought
Tipping a pretend hat, as I reciprocate
In your kiss I’m held, entrapped, caught
I was so beyond any reason or caring
Held in your grip of the perfect feel of tight
By the time you spring your truth upon me
I was more than ready for your bite
I roared with the shock of the transition
And an ecstasy that blew away the rest
One swift move, I impaled you to the door
And gave you a nice dose of what I do best
Someone banged the door just as you moaned
And moan with each recoil as my retort
Still riding hard, I bring the banger into my fold
Knowing I’d just passed some test of sorts
It’s been decades since that glorious night
And I only smile when I’m having fun
My true enjoyment? Adding to our guild
So if you ever catch me smiling – run!
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What can I say? It’s almost Halloween…
a fantastic ride in your words.
🙂
I don’t just like it… I love it… 😉
deep dig of your target,
Happy Halloween!
Hot. Under. The. Collar.
Ah the joy of a glorious love of vampire.. To run from a smile sounds like a good advice (especially if the fangs are exposed)
heh…tis the season….and when i was younger there was def the romanticism of vampirism…the whole vampire lestat….Lost Boys….i could relate to those vampires you know…smiles.
Groovy piece. Love the second stanza. Great piece for the Halloween season- you captured vampires very well- especially the lust inherent in such creatures.