Lenore

In lurid darkness, I awaken,
Body bare and willpower shaken,
Wonder who or what has taken
Me from my familiar room,
And trapped me in this silent tomb.

As I lie here, meek and teary
Grasp at some unlikely theory
To explain this cold and eerie
Chamber where I lay my head
On silken cushions laced in red

Then nearby I feel a looming
Body curl o’er mine, assuming
Postures for a wicked grooming
Of my soft and rip’ning flesh
Soul and sin thereby enmeshed.

Fear most urgent and hypnotic,
Floods my veins like some narcotic,
Binds my limbs, make thoughts chaotic,
Shock and paranoia fed
By vile and nasty ends I dread.

“Hush now, Darling,” murmurs sweetly
She, assuring me completely
“Elations dark and most discretely
Served to one I most adore,
From comely wounds do pleasures pour.”

Betwixt my thighs I feel her drumming
Fingers, and my will succumbing,
To her firm and rhythmic strumming
Of my body’s tightening strings
And the music that it sings.

So my nerves do finally soften
Nightmares take this form most often
Waking trapped inside a coffin.
T’is a dream and nothing more
Hissed the vampire, “Evermore.”

A kiss below my girlish bangs,
A moan of Godless hunger pangs,
Into my neck slide slender fangs.
I gush a thick and rosey wine,
Her relish I cannot decline

As she swallows I feel blooming
In my vulva, beating, booming.
From my soul she is exhuming
Joys I’d never felt before.
Hissed the vampire, “Evermore.”

When offered I cannot resist
An open wound upon her wrist
From which my passion will subsist
A lovely and delicious gore.
Hissed the vampire named Lenore.
“You will love me, evermore.”