Vampire Mistress

I walk the night through the wraith like mist,
Blackest of hearts, black cunning lips.
Hunting for the blood of innocent prey,
To satisfy my hunger before the oncoming day.

Stranger, take comfort in my black velvet cloak,
Briefly, before these red talons choke,
Your struggles human, are in vain,
Your throat is mine, such exquisite pain.

Over my mouth flows your dark gurgling blood,
I laugh and I lick, it tastes so good,
Trickling down to my chin to my cold white breasts,
Your soul is mine, no time to rest.

Pitiful creature, you are now my slave,
Kneel before your Queen depraved,
Bow down or the whip you'll feel,
Lick my boots and kiss my heels.

Written on a whim. I'm not usually like this except on a full moon.