In a moonlit sky, one mystic night, the forest hums to life,
Its lush greens form a dark canopy, shadows cradling mysterious lights.
I am drawn to the core, as though pulled by a string, blood singing in my veins,
And there he lies , in the shade of an oak , my vampire who makes me insane.
His eyes are closed, his liquid grace, could make you think he was asleep,
But I know he is pretending, smiling within, , waiting just for me.
Though I saw him last night, in this very same place, I cannot help but admire the view,
Long lashes fall so gracefully on his face , skin shimmering in silver moon.
I tip toe to him, as if he could not hear, knowing tonight is my time to play,
My sexy vampire will pretend innocence, and let me have my wicked way.
My hesitant fingers, trace his beautiful face, excitement potent and heady ,
Feathering his skin, his hair, his lips, unable to even properly breathe.
He wraps his arms, around my waist, and pulls me closer to him,
I fall in his chest, grateful for the nudge, dizzily breathing him in.
With velvet touch, I warm his neck, his skin smooth as silk,
And with courage and lust gushing in my head , I slowly nibble, seducing him.
He lies there still, muscles taut, as leisurely his body I explore,
I don’t think I can get enough of him, cause I want him so much more.
The moon slides, stars alight, as time hurriedly slithers by,
And I make sweet love to him, as he willingly surrenders, knowing he is all mine.
He strokes my hair, as I lie on him, content in his magical haze,
And as the night dips, he lazily kisses my lips, promising tomorrow to have his delicious way.
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