Standing there against the bar in her short leather skirt and tight halter top
Her long blond hair running down her back…
Her hips moving slightly with the music, her breasts perfectly rounded, her smooth longs legs; beautiful…
Her eyes suddenly meet mine from across the floor…
Oh those green eyes…how they stare into my cold cruel soul.
My mouth begins to water
And my adrenaline sparks…
“I have to have her…”
I walk up to her slowly moving my hard chilled body
My jet black spiked hair
Pale skin
And charcoal craving eyes attracting her beautiful body towards me
Not even a word had to be said
The loud music playing from the rave…
Lights flashing everywhere around us…
We held each other close and danced up and down each other
Grabbing each other…tasting each other…
Feeling the precious touch of her skin on mine…
Her neck smells oh so fine…
If I could but kiss it…bite it…
My cravings for the taste of her blood enter my mouth
The sweetened sensation enthralling my soul…
I grab her hand and lead her to one of the back rooms…
I close the door behind us.
I grab her slender waist towards mine as we kiss violently…
I shed her clothes off vigorously…my hands reaching under her shirt, unsnapping her sexy bra… feeling those breasts in my hands…
Unzipping her skirt…and feel the beauty…
She takes off my tight black shirt feeling my chest…reaching her hands down my pants…
We fall on the bed…all clothes off…
I go inside of her as she screams and jabs her nails into my back…
Breathing heavily…riding up each other…
Oh the passion…oh the desire…
I bite her neck…her giving off sighs of gratification…
I bite harder than harder…her skin breaks…
She screams but dies off slowly as I drink in her beautiful blood…
Ah the taste!! So perfect and refreshing it is…
My teeth stained crimson
I rise from her helpless body
Her enchanting eyes open with fear…I shove her lifeless carcass under the bed and leave the room…
I enter onto the dance floor once more
As I scan the people before me I see a boisterous red head staring at me…
I smile wiping my mouth from the previous victim’s blood…
“This could go on all night…”
Oh the blood…
A contest entry
- Can You Ever Get Enough Blood? by Count Orlok.
400 points, ended January 23, 2009, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow
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wow!!!!!!!!! This is good but now I cant sleep


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Remind me not to go to the same night clubs as you do. I love the idea of the body under the bed though.
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Wow, this is quite creepy but, a great read
nonetheless. I love the imagery and how you
put this one together. Great story you have
told here! Thanks a lot for sharing it and all
the best to you with it in this contest! Good luck!
Jeremy0826



