Night Addiction

It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of dark desire,
Creatures vent their loneliness. The thirsting ones
stirs.

Night shrouds his brooding form,
an eternal agony.

His golden hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and his lips part slightly, to taste the
vitae streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
him.

Now a night of elegy and fading evanescence,
I hunger.