The Vamp in Red


That final touch she knew
Would seal her plan
She knew just what it took
To lure
And ensnare
The right sort of a man
One look from her
The vision clad in red
Drawn softly
To her web
Then tethered to her bed

As she stripped
And laid his body bare
The vein would pulse
In his erection
Run her painted nail there
She would mount
Hold him firm as muscles grip
Then with a scream
As they came
His throats her vicious fangs would rip

She would drink
As she drained him of his seed
His blood so rich
From his excitement
Her favourite time to feed
Then with her kiss
She would revive him with her breathe
Bring him forth
Into her world
Join her tribe of Living Death

Mark Davis 2016

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