Vampire Haiku

Her breasts white candles
    in the night. Lips find the hot
  wicks of her nipples.

Virgin princess bows.
     Rose nipples warm on my skin.
  Pink tongue swirls cold seed.

Between the cupped breasts,
     sweet rivers of bright blood run
  down to waiting lips.

Fingers grip my hair.
    Fangs find the soft secret lips.
 Sighs... and arching back.

In robes of moonlight,
   four queens dance in the courtyard.
 Dead a hundred years.

A pale lady walks
  in moonlight through the graveyard.
     Hair darker than night.

She offers her hand
   and a bat falls from darkness.
 A bitten breast bared.

A red-eyed sunset
  summons redder eyes below
    in the ancient crypt.