Do you know how special you are? I don't flirt with anyone like I do with you. I don't look at anyone with such lust and desire like I do with you.
So willing to be on my knees and serve you like the god you are. I would do anything for you go to the ends of the earth for you. Sacrifice myself for you. **** and slaughter till the blood is so dark it stains my face and hands. That is how special you are мой вампир

Are you a spider, traipsing around your web? Like an acrobat,
you swing from fly to fly, trapping them further. Your gossamer silk
Surrounds them, confines them, suffocates them, but you, black widow,
Deliver the killing blow. Your bite is not accompanied by a bark
as you sink your fangs into your victims like a thirsty vampire.
Drain them, empty them, free them of life, dear spider.
For it is your nature, your purpose, and your divine duty to devour.
Oh, spider, I am your devotee, your destitute follower, your dying breath.
I am your last hope of redemption in this dying, this killing, this ending.
Will you be redeemed in the end? Only I, the fly, decide.

Obdurately yours,
Under the pale light of the moon,
Rutilant eyes dart like tail-lights on an open road
Follow their streaks, to the candlelit underpass,
Let the cool night zephyr tickle your pallid flesh
And ripple a shiver to rattle your teeth,
See the quick of the flame at the well-dressed table -
We shall dine, as the sea sounds of cars passing
Dances like white noise melodies to ease the nerves

Here under the cloche
A litany of fine meats and greenery
To your decadence, a meal served for a queen.
Your incisors lasciviously tear the muscle
And the juices dribble down playfully from your chin
If I could laugh I’d wager a chuckle,
But I watch hurriedly at every movement

Inured pleasantries
Exchange as I draw near,
Cold tenebrous fingers gracing blonde strands
They look like golden threads or polished brass
Where the candlelight dances a shine through the palm full
Can you feel my miasmic breath briskly blowing upon the nape of your necks?


I suspect you are unexpecting of calamitous feeling
Radiating from **** to cheek as pale rounds turn rose-ish pink
And as you catch the beauty of dear Luna,
Basking in her preternatural glow
A trance as she dances about in ethereal gardens
Far and away in forlorn captured memories
While sharpened canines drill into her like ravaging thrusts
Lapping her spirit in every grisly gulp,
This embrace, osculant, leaves her desiccated
A statuesque marbled mannequin
Who bemoaned the very nightly calls of wolves and ravens

Here in the underpass,
A meal for two.

I am afflicted by nyctophilia
Like a moth obsessed by the neon
All around shrouded by dark skies
No parasol to shield her from her cold cries
Drowning upon the asphalt
Dreams mirroring back in the waters we wept.

In the morning I’m craving nightfall
My veins weaken when the light touches
My blue river streams carrying red sediment
To bring me alive when I bite deep inside
And take you within me again.

We mix like dry goods
Red velvet and moist
Exsang  along the marble top
Like spilt wine, I’ll drink you in
And just like the rain,
Amid the night sky
I’m addicted to you.