Vampirism

I walk through the dim moonlight of the anceint forest,
my movements muffled by the dark, soft velvet that is draped over my form.
My keen jade eyes glitter beneath the hood of the heavy cloak,
watching the movements of the shadows.
I look for the one who rules the dark.
My lips move, only slightly, to whisper his name under my shallow breath.
The dark heart that beats within my breast slumps in it's longing.
I hunger for his presence and it is fierce, clawing at my insides.
My face remains serene in the shadow of the hood, and my naked feet continue to step over the dead and dying leaves; thier sweet aroma easily reaches my senses.
I follow a path engraved only in my mind to a place
that very few souls have ever seen.
It is a place of beauty and tranquility that is untouchable by time or age.
I approach the clearing where fireflies hang lazily in the air, creating the illusion of a fine, glowing veil.
A smile threatens the corners of my soft lips, and my eyes glow faintly, reflecting the soft light.
My vision passes over the familiar clearing,
absorbing it's features like those on a lovers face.
The emerald velvet grass, the sleepy and lumbering weeping willow, the clear stream that bubbles along at the edge of it all.
I step tenatively into the haze of the fireflies, their movements brushing my hair across my face.
I close my eyes to listen to the whisper of the stream.
Footsteps.
The speaking of my name in a silken breath.
My eyes remain shut, yet a smile blooms across my face
as I feel his presence come nearer.
A flush passes over my skin as I pull the hood from my head,
his breath on my neck soon after.
A shiver passes through me, my flesh trembling as his soft fingertips trace burning paths along the length of my collarbone.
A soft moan escapes my throat and I reach to gently grasp his other hand.
He brushes my long, dark hair away from my neck
and runs his lips over my skin, lingering close to my ear.
I tremble as he speaks, his voice hushed and serene.
He tells me of my beauty, of his love, of his longing for what I keep for him.
His hand continues to wander down my neck to the milky skin of my breasts, and I tremble again in his arms.
I lean my head back on his shoulder, exposing my own.
A willing offering that glows in the quiet moonlight.
He whispers a satin thanks as his lips glide across my skin.
They pause, kissing the spot of longing on my throat
before tentatively ripping the tender flesh.
His arms wrap around my form as my legs collapse beneath me.
he lowers me to my knees as I feel the warm red liquid leaving my body.
A thick wine for my beautiful lover.
My mouth opens in an attempt of speech yet only my breath escapes me.
His lips firmly planted on my broken skin, and his arms supporting my weakening form, we sit together in an extacy of sorts.
I shudder deeply as a rivlet of my lifeblood runs
in a small trail of dark ruby down my skin.
I feel his grip on my neck losen, and him gently, tenderly lapping the blood that still weeps from the wound.
My neck aches and he kisses where his teeth had made harm.
I slump against his strength and he cradles me in his arms.
He runs his tongue where the red river had traced it's path down my skin and once more lays his lips to kiss the scar.
His newfound strength eminates from him as I lay lazily in his arms,
my own hunger fulfilled.
The fireflies buzz around us, oblivious to that which has just taken place.
As we are wrapped in a golden mist, my eyes are half shut.
He lifts me easily in his immortal arms and carries me to my favorite spot
beneath the rusling branches of the willow tree.
There, he lays with me, my head upon his chest.
He strokes my hair, in patient waiting of my consciousness,
while he speaks to me, knowing I can hear his voice.
He tells me of his love, of his thanks, of my beauty.
He speaks of the gifts he wishes to give me in return for my kindnesses.
I smile slightly, my ivory skin illuminated by the golden fireflies and the moonlight that filters through the leaves.
His fingers burn gentle paths across my body:
my neck, my breasts, my stomach.
Pleasure courses through my weak body, a soft smile slowly blooming on my serene face.
My form, drained from the effort, collapses in a dreamless sleep on the embracing form of my love.

-end (oct 28th 2001)
I don't know what i think of this yet. I hope you enjoy it at least.