Fetish

Instinct keen and decisive sharp yet doll.

These ways I see the world experience it in all.

My vampiric nature has always been here to stay.

The way I love to smell hair letting the scent wash over me.

Taking in others scents distinguishing friend from foe.

Are observing the world from a far when I'm near they never know.

Perhaps biting, scaring my ebony flesh the pleasure derived from pain.

A form of darker bliss I return retracting my fangs.

Except your darker instincts your senses let them flow.

If your a mortal vampire only you can truly know.

Like me your nature may be darker loving blacks and bloody reds.

Relishing in the Gothic style most likely until your dead.

At last there is a longing desire something you cannot find.

Only hint at things you desire weather it be a companion that can stand the test of time.

Someone you can love, cherish and confide.

I know that's something I wont but may not have until I die.