It was just last night, in which thee came
To me upon waves of dreams of blood
Lust. This mind aches from the thirst,
The need to quench, the urgency of this
Most foulest of hungers! Still fresh, this
Dream is, within mine soul. Yes, it cut
That deep within the fog of sleep, thy
Image, or at least, thy mind has. Mine
Skin can still feel the heat, radiating and
Soothing heat, of thy soul touching mine.
The aching of muscles gives proof that
Perhaps more than a dream, this encounter
Was. Vivid, so very vivid! Two souls
In the night, lost in vampiric bliss of the
Exchange of life. I can still taste thee upon
Mine lips, just now! That sweet, sweet
Metallic joy of which that I crave so fervently.
Doth I still linger upon thy lips as well?