Vampiric Intoxication

I run and run, gleefully leaping through the trees.
I know you could catch me anytime you wanted...
Yet, you like to play. Twisting through the winding trees
I spin around- and warm steel locks around me, holding
me immobile. You let me twist away, sprinting to the edge of
the clearing.
Your voice, and its rich, sweet timbre.
I could spend an eternity listening to that voice.
The husky, liquid chocolate of your words light me on fire.
The rolling cadence of your tongue reminds me of an earlier century.
Your mind is quick, your thoughts are deep, though your tongue is slow.
Your intelligence reminds me uncannily of HIM...
Your fathomless eyes- my undoing- such bottemless eyes, devoid of light,
Holding me captive in your intense gaze, you have clearly inherited.
Your laugh is such smooth jazz, and I find myself intoxicated
As your body and its rippling contours mark the beginning
Of my posession- body and soul. Liquid grace as is your hallmark,
Flows with unheard music. My breath catches in my throat
As your tongue moistens your firm, sensuous mouth,

And your your eyes darken. My mouth is dry and my breathing speeds as you gracefully stalk forward, danger oozing from every pore,

An innate primalness and sexuality gleaming from your eyes.

I cannot breathe as your hand grazes my neck. You tower over me,

Feral in your beautific wildness. An ugly laugh rips out  of your polished throat, as you slam me against your body, devouring me as my screams
Of pleasure echo through the wilderness, fading at morn...

Author's Note

just a woman and her vampire. they like to play...