The wild fluttering of a heart,
Fueled by wanton desire.
A sensual, sinful symphony
Orchestrated with flickering red candles
And the pale moonlight,
Falling across the blood red sheets
Birthing muted shadows.
Pale fingers, perfect digits
Entwined through long pale tresses,
Pulling you near with subtle force.
Tasting your lips,
Tracing the tip of his tongue
Over the soft skin of your
Scented neck.
One hand free,
He uses it to caress your form,
Becoming intimate with your
Feminine curves.
He smiles, a rakish smile
As he looks into your eyes,
The deep green pools
Drawing you in.
Gently he tilts your chin,
Moving close to brush his lips
Across your hidden veins.
Long teeth pierce you,
Driving deep as
Crimson droplets fall to the bed.
Gasping, you clutch his broad shoulders
As you struggle up,
Opening your eyes as you awaken,
Small punctures the only gift from your
Dream lover.


© Copyright 2000 by Cristos DeFalme