Roses in the water
Steam in the air
A couple in a bath
With his fangs in her wrist
Pleasure coursing through her body
As thoughts of love and lust rush through her mind
Beads of sweat on her fore head
With every sip of blood he takes
The more pleasure she feels
Pleasure only a vampire can give
Pleasure of both body and soul
Thoughts rush through his head as well
But on a much different scale
Should he let her die in pleasure or
Should he make her one of him?
Grant her his life
He decides
He starts taking more and more of her blood
More and more of her life slips by with each drink he takes
Near the end she screams
But not in pain, but in pleasure
He knows she’s close to death so he finishes it
And heart stops thumping, and moans quiet down
Her limbs go numb and limp
And he knows it’s done
He gets out of the water
Dries off
Sheds a single blood tear
Then turns and disappears into the dark breezy night
