Goodnight He comes at night A dark figure in the corner Of the room Slowly he becomes nestled at my side Red silk against my chest Hot breath trailing my neck I tremble at the sound Quiver at his light touch on my body Waiting Anticipating for him to move quickly Pinning me down His canines inside my throat My essence gone from me Gliding down into his body Quenching his thirst for a moment Until he hunts again…