For the Love of a Vampire

In love I lose myself to Echo beach
The moon now sits within my needing reach.
The days pass too slowly ‘til I can return
To his arms so that our passion can burn.

A kiss lingers sweeping me from my feet
Left in daylight’s darkness until we meet.
Ignite the flame for his tender lips’ bite
A little of my blood makes him feel right.

Limbs twist to his demand to meet his need
Dazed in his love as he takes nightly feed.
Flight to the clouds, with his love I am free
A life immortal as fate said would be.

The love of a vampire carries no end
As Incubus and Succubus ascend.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The First Time

Like sex, I will always remember my first kill,
images flash to mind, the hunt, the blade, the thrill.
The addiction started, always I hunger for more,
lust for the surrender, as lifeless bodies fall to the floor.

That first time, unskilled, without talent or finesse.
Mistakes many, now perfected to a murderous tempest.
Techniques of torture, honed to perfection for pleasure,
slow and relentless, releasing them from the hell at leisure.

Blood-crazed and psychotic, a death loving demon,
capturing you, entrapped in your need to release semen.
After its spilt, unwanted seed, I can come alive,
my turn has come, on your demise I will thrive.

Your screams feed me, sating my sadistic need,
but only the finality of your death will fill my greed.
One day my reign of terror will end, it's a sure bet,
To be continued, don't sleep, they have not caught me yet.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.