My Dark Angel

[F4M] [erotic poetry] [vampire]

Words were exchanged
At the bar
You seemed nice enough
So far
You brushed the hair back
From my face
Did you know
How much my heart raced?
You told me I was beautiful
But they all do
Somehow you meant it
And that I knew
Your eyes never left me
Stayed on mine
Unsure if it was unintentional
Or by design
You touched my cheek
Your hand so cold
I cover it
Being so bold
The night ends
Goes by in a blink
Something says
I will see you again…I think

Later that evening
When the moon is full
High in the sky
I feel my heart pull
I sit up in bed
I must be dreaming
You are at the window
Your eyes are gleaming
Green and bright
Almost a glow
You open the window
And then I know
You are really here
This isn’t a dream
You walk to my bed
Your eyes gleam
I start to speak
Your finger on my mouth
Stops me fast
Your eyes move south
Taking in the view
You move over me
Inhaling my scent
On your knee
Your hands trace
Over my form
Not quite touching
You make me warm
Your eyes seem to glow
As they devour me
As if somehow
I hold the key
To what, who knows?
I only feel
As if, somehow
This is unreal
I feel your breath
On my cheek
You hover over me
That lean physique
The words that pour
From your lips
Are not what I expect
Not even a bit
“Can I have your
Permission” you say
I gasp and nod
And wish and pray
That means what I think
And partly its true
So fast you are on me
This feeling is new
Your body pressed close
Yet cold to the touch
Parts of you are hard
This feelings too much
Our clothes are shed
As fast as we can
Your hardness enters me
Woman to man
You still feel cold
Yet harder you thrust
Your mouth taking
To suckling my bust
Working your way up
To my sender neck
Your mouth is so cold
And I feel a peck
And then a prick
As you bite down deep
I gasp as the feeling
Makes my heart leap
Somehow your body
Covers in warmth
Your member hardening
As you press forth
Twisted and turning
Deeper and yet still
You drink on
Until you hit your fill
I lie there panting
Feeling so drained
And still so pleasured
And a little pained
That the meeting is over
As you stand by the bead
Placing a soft kiss
Upon my dark head
You leave by the window
In which you came
I find myself hoping
I’ll see you again.