A Winters Dream

Crimson Marks,
Across my chest,
A Lycans work,
What they do best.

Rips and tears,
Down front and back,
Tell what they did,
And what I lack.

Inside this room,
I sit and ponder,
How did I get here,
'Where am I?' I wonder.

A figure comes forth,
From the corner of my eye,
He tells me to rest,
The leaves with a sigh.

This time alone,
Has built up my thirst,
I'm tired, must sleep,
But must refill first.

I start to get up,
But to my surprise,
A knock on wood,
The door catches my eye.

I lie back down,
As the door creeps open,
There stands a figure,
Flawless and unspoken.

She closes the door,
Beauty she does not lack,
High boots, skirt and corset,
All she wears is black.

Her hair flows perfect,
Fangs glimmer in light,
Her eyes full of lust,
Our sin our delight.

She grasps my chest,
My wounds instantly heal,
Her cool fangs let blood,
And sweet pain i feel.

Her skin is sweet,
Her blood is warm,
The taste of her lips,
My emotions swarm.

Indulgence in sin,
Pain pleasure and blood,
I want her, she knows this,
My love is no dud.

My thirst has been quenched,
My Want and need remain,
Her blood mixed with mine,
She drives me insane.

We leave the clan keep,
Her hand in mine,
Together again,
Till the end of time.