THE BIRTH OF A VAMPIRE

His blue eyes stabbed my heart like stalactites from a cave,

Piercing straight through me as they fell in my direction,
I can think of nothing else save for the promises he gave,
And the surety that we would both escape detection.

As I drowned in his stormy sea glare I knew I would forget,

I had no control over myself he dictated every move,
Pressed against the cold dank walls I had no regret,
At last free to be myself with nothing more to prove.

His coal black hair burned my desire as he licked my chest,

My hands caught in the coarseness of it wanting to push,
Red lips soft but his tongue rough as to me he is pressed,
Hot breath like a dragon about to scorch its prey in a rush.

I felt the heat of him with every kiss he planted on my skin,

Felt the power of his sinewy muscles beneath his white shirt,
Fought to control the animal desire from deep within,
As we fell to the ground and I realised then this may hurt.

His hands were strong and pinned my own to the floor,

Astride me I felt the longing of the animal lust in him,
Pale skin shimmering in lamp light from beyond the door,
As his thighs clung fast to my hips a captive to his whim.

And then it happened in an instant when his rapture grew,

The scent of my fear must have awakened the need,
Two small fangs slowly emerged as I expected them to,
As he tore off my clothes and started to silently feed.

It was rapture those slight exquisite bites of soft pain,

As his hands worked my body and rid me of my clothes,
It was bliss how each loving touch drove me insane,
With the desire for more suckling my neck to my toes.

He feasted in small doses and I fought to hold him at bay,

But in truth it was a half-hearted effort on my part alone,
For he knew what made my body respond to his play,
I was caught up in the thrill with each others primal moan.

And between the pangs were passionate kisses of fury,

Demanding he be allowed to drain me of every drop,
Like a human wine he would savour then pour me,
Until there was no more ecstasy and he had to stop.
My thighs burned as his hungry mouth moved ever down,
I felt him hard against me his hands cool on my skin,
I smiled as his face bore the slightest hint of a frown,
And we each knew the pleasure of burning from within.

Insatiable lovers we rode our bodies hard wild horses,

Broken in my spirit crushed I yielded to the Vampire,
I could almost hear the blood in my veins as it courses,
Pumped hard by a heart that was lost in heated desire.

Even the rodents whose eyes like his reflected light,

Kept hidden in the shadows afraid of the predator,
Succumbing to the will to survive as best they might,
They would not approach and abate his furore.

After endless time that seemed lost to me in the haze,

I was half drained by lust and weak from blood he took,
His stamina grew in measure to my loss and in a daze,
I knew we were nearing the end as his body shook.

Muscles tightened and his stomach went taught,

His whole body answered to the need for release,
He fell upon my neck and in his embrace I was caught,
As he took so he gave the inevitable end to our tryst.

And so I was born no longer a virgin to human form,

I joined the ancient ways of the Vampire that night,
As a cadaver gorged on by the ambivalent worm,
He left me to return before the day started bright.

I could sense my body changing and my pulse weak,

I feel my cells rejecting me and the explosion it meant,
This was not what we had agreed nor what I seek,
I lye still with my brain racing away for I am truly spent.

I am confused for has he made me or used me or both?

I cannot move but the vermin wont come any nearer yet,
I am a stranger to the fragility of the human sloth,
This is about as lost to life as I can possibly get.

My eyes close and a breath is sucked in by lungs failing,

My fingers twitch as I my nerve endings sizzle shocked,
With mouth now dry and voiceless throat wailing,
I expect to leave this mortal coil but my exit is blocked.

I feel like someone gets a hammer and hits my heart,

A croquet mallet against a ball made of wood,
Forcing life back into me a sallow sack of skin I start,
Born as helpless as before and fed by my sire’s blood.
And from the squalor of that dark hole I was given birth,
Energy renewed in me ten fold the bubble of doubt burst,
I am wakened again lying in dark back against the earth,
Motionless for a moment as if buried and aching with thirst.