Vampiric Erotica

Vampiric Erotica

My dark Queen beckons me forth;
Even now, I quiver with anticipation of her dark embrace.
Her beautiful features are untouched by the sands of time, yet in her I see a force so ancient and so majestic that I now kneel before her in a humbling and worshipful way.
She rips the black silk from my body as she disrobes, exposing my nakedness to her own.
Her tongue traces patterns all around my body until our lips meet.
On her lips I taste the sweet nectar of forbidden pleasure.
As we make love, it is she who is the seductress as I readily yield to her.
As our bodies entwine thus do our souls.
She cradles my head to her supple breast as she lowers her lips to meet my neck.
As her teeth cut deep into my flesh, pleasure and pain are intermingled until they are indistinguishable, bringing me to an orgasmic frenzy until I feel myself pulling her closer so as not to end the ecstasy of her dark kiss.
She pulls away from me and smiles as a drop of my blood slips from the corner of her mouth and runs down her naked body.
I kiss her again and taste my own blood on her lips.
She lowers me to her breast and cuts herself.
I close my eyes, for I am to drink from the wound and of her milk that is immortality.
And after she has suckled me, we make sweet love as the blood of our open wounds flows over our naked bodies.
Love, even sweeter than before, for now she is to me, my mother, sister, and lover.
Now we are one.
My blood is hers and her blood mine.
Gone are the use for penance or sin.
For we are more than man.
We are immortal.
The blood is the life.
And after our climax, I smile as I watch a single drop of blood rolls lazily down the petals of a single white rose.
She is my Queen and I am now her dark King.