Crimson Rapture Pt I: Sweet Crimson Dream

He wakes from his dream in a sweat
Feeling it pool at the base of his neck
Rationalizing why end this great dream
Wonders in earnest if she’s really real.
The passions of last night still trickle slow
But why do they run just out of his neck?
Removing his covers, he gets up to shave
Lost in the mysteries of this great dream.
Lathering down, he looks in the mirror
In shock to see that nobody’s there
Panic betrays him, he turns the lights on
That’s when he sees that his sweat’s really blood.
Explaining punctures gashed into his neck
Memories hit him from last nights vision.
Passionate crimson floods over his bed
Blood devoured by this mystic vixen.

Memories not his pervade his sweet dream
Recalling a past of somebody else
Mixed with the passions obviously real
His dream trickles slowly in crimson red
The night before vividly clear.
Clad in black leather, voluptuous curves
Stilettos clicking, caress the stones gliding
A rhythmic pulse in tune with his heartbeat
Madonna of darkness enraptures his soul
Scents of her vintage tempt him to follow
Lusciousness wrapped by black leather shroud.
This temptress aware of her prey’s intents
Illustriously displays fullness of breasts
Behind skin tight corset, drawing him near
The scent of his passion feeding her greed
She bites bottom lip to make it bleed.

As she drinks her blood, his starts to boil
Scent of her blood entices his senses.
Unable to resist passion’s alarm
He lustfully takes her, drinks her sweet crimson
As he grabs her ass and takes his prize home
Her feline grin stifled, she’s won her prey.
Unknown to him, he thinks he’s her captor
Reality is, he’s just now been captured.
As they approach his front door impatient
His eagerness betrayed by the shake of his hands.
Inserting the key impatiently held
Their passion grips them before the door opens
Embraced by each other in heated lust
Her insatiable hunger heating her blood fire
Consuming his soul, entranced by her spell
They take each other in crimson rapture.