From 2008, a poem about the eroticism of being a vampire or vampyr.
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can you see me come
slipping out of shadows, near,
trading white for red
playing on an ancient fear
seeking out your life
to feed upon in crimson taste
violating flesh
to find your passions now displaced
hunger for your veins
pain that reigns and stains with red
wanting more than food
a mating dance in dying bed
shall I take it all
leave you hollow and in death
or shall I share my taste
before you breathe your final breath
feel your waking sigh
when you know you will endure
as my paramour
with hunger for you, sharp and sure
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.