He is my human familiar, he is mine.
The two puncture marks on his neck shows the sign.
We perform the Sacred Kiss every Saturday night,
the night where I feed on his blood just in one bite.
The satisfaction of being together is one thing, his blood another.
My lips against his skin, our kisses start to smother.
When his blood mixes with mine, I feel whole.
He is mine and I am his, Heart, Body, and Soul.
His sweet blood pours into my mouth as my fangs sink into his skin,
and there our imprint will begin.
The feel of my cold body against his hot skin is unbearable,
the way he deals with me is always pleasurable.
The way he holds me and strokes my hair is sweet,
there is no other human familiar I'd rather meet.
Ever since the first time, we have been attached.
The holes in my heart, he has safely healed and patched.
My human familiar, I will always love.
Even we he dies, he will watch over me from above...
