Kiss of the Vampire

Thomas VaughanJones

Take my hand, my love, and look 
beyond the feral redness of my eyes.
Ignore the black and empty void
where once a soul reclined,
and swirling whirlpools of a manic mind
crave for your sustenance.

Allow this taloned claw
to mold around your tender breast
teasing the nipple and
caressing the moistness of
your secret places
into a limpid languidness.

Permit these canine teeth
to brush against your silken hair 
and settle on the softness of 
your neck where dwells
 your throbbing life blood
pulsing and acquiescent.

See how it gushes at the urging
of my loving bite flowing like
 pretty ribbons through my veins
to join me at the center of my being
where my aged and aching heart
rejoices in renewal.