Draculaine

Sweet metallic taste of blood,
Melting across my mouth and tongue.
Your gentle scent of vanilla musk,
Slides across my skin at your touch.
The caress of you lips to mine,
A tenderness so warm at night.
The sigh of your naked body, divine,
Is the end to an endless fight.

The caress of your essence,
You, here, in my presence,
Conjures implausible urges;
Leaves me frozen in a bed of roses.

But between dawn and dusk,
When the sun shines too bright,
That its touch turns you to dust,
You are no longer in the shadows of night.
Your body grows cold and dead.
Your soul escapes your body with your breath.
I can feel it slip away,
Like a power beating along my spine.

When you wake at the fall of night,
Your powers are weak, just as light.
Once again you need to feed,
The blood of my veins is your need.

With the redness
That runs through me,
You grow stronger.
Your heart can beat.

You want to make me immortal,
A child of Darkness.
My used to be kindred soul,
Is now filled with emptiness.
A creature who’s darkness,
Rivals my own.
Your vampiric kiss,
Sinks to my bone.

You stare sees right through me,
Your intimacy drags me in.
One I cannot resist,
Only because of your kiss

So much I have to learn,
So much you have to teach.
So much I have yearned,
So much I have no speech.

I believe I know what I am,
But I don’t know what I’ve become.
For me you feel the same,
Your words put into a song.

My mortally wounded souls,
Dies when I drink,
The blood that which drips,
Into my mouth from your wrist.

From the origin of my life,
I was cursed trapped and bound.
To the moment of my death,
The freedom of living I found.

As you speak to me you say
“I will know your blood,
I will make your neck my chalice,
And form it, I will drink deep my love.”

Draculaine is your name.
You love me, touch me, but never in vain.
The un-dead is who you are,
But soulless, you are not, by far.