The Vampire Speaks

(A lone voice whispers)

I stood over her luscious form

Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying Moon 

As the Ancient Mother pretended to sleep 

But also watched slyly as she slept

Listened to her slow breathing and watched her twin mountains

Rise and fall underneath her white silken sheets

I knew she didn't know I was there

For she slept so innocently and soundly

That mysterious soon to be lover of mine

With the long blonde hair

Slowly I eased back the silken modesty protector

Gorged my hungry eyes on her sensual body

And witnessed once more

How she was so beautiful under Old Mother Moon

The Ancient One

As she laid bathed in all her now lit glory

In the pastel moonlight

Naked as the day she was born

And steeped in the glistering silvery light

I knew why I had waited so long

To touch her

Feared she’d run with fright

But courage was with me that very night

Tentatively 

I leaned over her majestic mountain peaks

And ran my soft tongue across her luscious neck and sweet lips

For a ripe taste of her very soul

Her eyes even though closed

Fluttered and she muttered something so low 

It was hardly audible

It was then I knew in that instant

I could cross the hidden boundaries between us

For with Mother Moons pagan blessings

Anything now was possible

I reached down and drew a heart shape

Upon her soft cheek

Then bent low and introduced my luscious lips

To her mountain peaks as her breathing increased in tempo

I knew what I had to do before The Ancient Rising Sun 

Bade me go 

I ran my hard fingertips from the soft nape

Of her seductive neck to her ankle and right back up again and

As a faint aroma of sensual excitement 

Appeared from nowhere

When I looked down at her

My living breathing book

Filled with so many stories music and poetry

I silently thanked the Great Almighty

For answering all my nightly prayers

Running my tongue over my lips

As lightly as I could

I tasted luscious ambrosia

So delicious

Its texture and strands made me feel so eager and amorous

I kept my eyes upon her face

My new goddess in a long line of many

With the long blonde hair

And as I trailed my sharp index finger as

Light as a feather across her bare hips

A groan of exquisite pleasure escaped her quivering throat

And escaped through her semi-opened crimson red lips

I marked her forehead in the sign of the cross

With wax from my white candle

I always carry

The Joining of Spirits Potion

Given to me by Her

The Gatherer of Souls

Who lives in a mysterious wooden hut 

In the middle of a great forest

Hidden from all but the true seekers

Across the Pacific’s many deep oceans

I smiled in the darkness of that room

 

Since deep down, I knew that when she awoke

I would be with her forevermore

No longer dreaming for this is now real

I reached down and held her hand and

Drew the sign of the cross in wax

On her soft skin and as I kissed her hard

I tasted sweet heaven 

Knowing that my

Mark connected us deeper still

I knew she would always return and look for me

In the longing hours

Even going against her own will

I watched her breathe me in deeply

Gorging herself on my visceral scent

As I seduced her mouth and with a deep sigh

She started to cry

Don’t go 

She whispered in my ear as her eyes suddenly opened

But the rising Mother Sun had called me home

Quickly 

From that very bedroom

And all I could do was savour Her taste 

Her ambrosia

Knowing I would return and all her curves and physical desires

That I need will be granted 

To truly consume and nothing would be rushed and done in haste

That was yesterday

I just left her with a simple line

Written on a scented letter paper I found 

I WILL RETURN

So soon

Just look for me when I come back 

With the rise of the Crying Moon

Your soon to be lover

Louis de Pointe du Lac

 

Copyright John Duffy