The count.
With wings of black I do fly
Craving the blood in which you thrive
Tasting your love so sweet , As I bite into your meat.
Holding you close in my arms, making you fall for my nightly charms
With the midnight’s sun I will tie up your tongue
Knowing me as a breeze, ruffling your skirt Just to please
No death for us tonight, this is just your second bite
Unholy I might be, but this night is for you and me
Scott Baker
