Vampire Fantasy

Why do you, deny me of the precious blood these fangs desire?
The every lasting crimson sour, mettalical taste that shall seep into my tongue.
So lean your head, my child, let my precious lips, run along your pale flesh.
Let these fangs sink in, and devour your hatred, and in pure thoughts.

Don't be scared, I shall be careful, to let these fangs gracefully make their mark.
Just a little closer child, I can feel your blood trickle from those puncture wounds.
Let my tongue swirl around your neck, happily lapping at what falls.
Stealing it greedily, and hungrily. A precious surprise that is well deserved.

Just one more drop my dear little child, let me finish before you fall.
My mouth throbs, jaw aches, and tongue's stained with your crimson love.
Why child; you're lifeless, what shall I do with your pale bloodless body.
Blood lingers within my mouth, body falling back into my darkened casket, till night fall comes yet again.

©Megan- 2006