Category: Vampiric Tendencies

To visualize something hilarious
Were she to allow fangs freedom

Helped push back torment’s pain
To regulate her starving systems

Mirror Image
How I’ve sought

Yet sunlight can
Trick innocence

‘Til now avoided
And unexpected

Sweet delicacy
In bloodied maw

Why do you wish to awaken
The Divine Primal Feminine

When even I don’t know
What she is capable of?

Will you turn and run
When she tries to eat?

Will you condemn and scorn
When she bathes your feet?

Or will you meet tenderness
With Grace’s endless caresses

And violence with equal or
Greater Strength’s pleasure

While sharimg every measure
Through good’s foul weather?

There’d be no more waiting.

Upon their first meeting, he took her hand, slowly brought it up toward his face, then pressed his warm, soft lips upon it in a kiss of acknowledgement.

Though hesitant, she moved in closer, lovingly carressed his cheek, and slid the palm of her hand gently down the side of his neck to its base at his shoulder, claiming.

How could she overcome
Self-protective resistance

She hated mating games but
Conceded to needed proving

“Here are my thoughts,”
He began in responding

But she shyed abruptly
As if used to a beating

How she craved to know
Yet had little experience

Of positive beneficience
In giving any man power

She was afraid to hear his reply
His opinion too much mattered

Sometimes she could feel him
Watching, pacing, and waiting

His cautious reserve provoked
Excitement, yearning, and anger

“I don’t want any of these empty shells,” she cried out to him. “I just want you!”

And then turned to run, afraid to be trapped in one-sided passion, again.

Neck clamped down in pain
As if a god chomp-twisted

She dove into the dream realm
Where met false male illusions

Casting them aside as gasping,
She turned in staggard gritting

To face the gray blank fog
Searching for trace of him

Teeth flex-ache extending
Fighting need’s desperation

She had to acknowledge that
His emotional intelligence

Seemed to well match
Her own inclinations.

Does not demand subservience
Nor does she admonish or plead

She simply asks with reason and
Then leaves if nothing concedes

She pulled back her psychic tendrils as best she could to wrap around her form and hold her tightly within their cocoon in order to not distract him from what needed doing.

(Title play with words)

She was always going to want and need more.

“You are mine –
Now rise again”

Yielding grace and time
Before proper initiations
Made her growly hungry

Darest not awaken her
Without plenty of food

Lest be unleashed a
Mad ravenous force

Which doth not care
For patient piousness

And will seek to gorge
Denied its main course

I’m falling into you
No makeup just cracks

On the surface of life
Well striven for

He had distanced for some reason, and the absence of their mind link left a need to feed in her more intense than any thirst for quenching nourishment.

She threw up a psychic wall around her mind so that she could internally scream and throw her energies of extreme vexation at it without harming her beloved.

When she could feel his ache, she needed to ease it – but he was still too far away for her to reach out and hold him.

“And your smiling lips, too.”

“I like your neck,” she sent out to him playfully, as the tip of her tongue felt her sharp canine and she chuckled to herself, impishly.

“Where do you travel now, my love?
In your heart, where is your home?”

In her ancestry’s lore there was a place forbidden entry to most humans, and only welcome to couples who loved wholeheartedly.

“So, what’s the plan?” she sent out, wondering if he would hear her and answer.

Every wound
Would be