Sestina for a Vampire

I float into your room, carried by moonlight
to stand at the foot of your bed. I watch your breasts
lift with each breath your take. Approaching slowly,
I admire the porcelain glow of your soft skin.
Brushing back your hair, I reveal the curves
of your neck. My fingers trace downwards as you

stir lightly, yet do not awake. Open nightgown reveals you
to me, your firm breasts, nipple hardening in the moonlight.
My touch is like a breeze tracing your curves,
as I lower my mouth, not to your throat, but to your breasts.
My desire for you stirs your dreams as my fangs pierce your skin.
Suckling on your warm breast, feeding on your warmth slowly,

until my desire for you is fed this evening. Slowly
I retire, and when I return the next night to you
you've left open your nightgown, baring your skin
to me. Again, my fingers run over your body under the moonlight,
along your thighs, to slip into you as my mouth feeds upon your breasts.
Hearing your moans, I feel you stir, lifting, your back curves,

arching as you release. I let my hands and mouth play across your curves,
drinking in the taste of your mortal skin slowly.
The next night you sleep unclothed, the nipples of your breasts
erect in anticipation. At my first touch I sense you
coming awake. This time my mouth descends in the moonlight
to your thighs. You come awake explosively as I pierce your skin,

sucking upon both your heat and your juices. Tasting your skin
with my tongue I do not finish, but follow your curves
up your body. You stare down your naked body at me in the moonlight,
seeing my eyes aglow, my mouth painted red, you slowly
wrap your arms and legs around me. Holding me close, you
whisper your desire, and bare your breasts

to my fangs. And as I feed upon your luscious breasts
I feel your body spasm under mine. Your skin
is pierced one more time before I let you
reawaken. I stand at the foot of your bed, your curves
stilled, breasts and breath unmoving. Slowly
your eyes open, and you smile up at me in the moonlight.

Together on the moonlight we search for fresh breasts
to feed upon , slowly piercing the skin
of luscious mortal curves. Together, and happy I made you.