Yearning for fire,
no time for fashion.
Only with our thoughts
can we speak of this passion.
This forbidden lust
you share with a mortal
can swallow your being-
it’s a degenerate portal.
You are the twisted of the twisted.
No more can I resist it.
Writhing with desire
and contemptuous bliss.
Self-control fading
with each enchanting kiss.
Neglecting your boundaries-
you go where you’re told not to go-
where lust goes beyond flesh
and together our bodies flow.
You are the twisted of the twisted.
How can you be resisted?
In my screams
you find sweet temptation.
A hunger for blood
and soul contamination.
Your teeth are your trick
and my neck, your treat.
I can taste your desire:
Torment, so sinfully sweet.
You are the blood fiend
and I have what you need.
Your arms now rise upward
with delicious cause.
Claiming your victory
without even a pause.
The hunger of the moon
succumbs us two
while you sink your teeth deep,
nothing I can do.
You are the blood fiend
and I have what you need.
You let me falter to the floor
before releasing your grip.
Then you lay me down gently
with a kiss on my lips.
Before I can blink
you’re already gone-
out in the night sky
before the coming of dawn.
You are the blood fiend
and you have what I need.
