What The Vampire Really Wants

This is adult, dark and evil.
 

let's stop for a brief moment
I always do before my hunger
overcomes my pleasure
because of all the many moments
of subtle hunt
and struggling liquid feast
this one is my favorite.

here you lie, so innocent
so lovely and so young,
a slow shudder of expectant certainty
pumping smooth and fearful
through your sweet warm naked flesh
imprisoned in my cold embrace
firm breasts, soft skin and flaring hips
pressed so tight against
my almost overpowering want

this is the moment
that I love most of all
this brief instance pulsing dark between
my pleasure of anticipation and
your slow and helpless death
your wide dark eyes so horrified
not at the certainity of being dead
but rather at the dreadful realization
that the pleasure of my killing you
will make you beg me not to stop

this is my deepest of delights
your terror feeds my
warped and squirming soul
this is what keeps me alive through
long centuries of remembered sun
the eternity of rotting dark I must endure
when each night turns to burning day:
the eager horror of
my innocent and helpless prey
struggling in the ecstacy
of slowly draining death

so turn your pretty face away,
that's it,
arch your back and
raise your arms above your head,
stretch out your lovely pulsing throat,
So I may slide my fangs into your
hot rich pumping blood
and start to feed:
Ah yes...
whimper, if you wish.