vampire

Note: This poem was written originally with a different title at a time when I was brainwashed by religious ideas that made anything sexual to be shameful, secretive, or dirty. Hence, in the original version of this poem I used the word "lust" and used vampire imagery instead of describing healthy sexual activity. I also referred to the vampire as a virgin, further insinuating that healthy sexual activities are something other than good.

Sensuous and Strong as the Serpent

This vampire lived
a lustful life
nourished and satisfied 
by flesh on flesh - 
She with the strength of the serpent.

Tonight, she held
a young man, barely 20,
who is lost in her dark red eyes.
For a brief while,
he was convinced he had the upper hand.
Seeking to overpower her,
with his 6-foot muscular frame,
to her five and one half feet...

He thought she would be an easy
victim
to satisfy 
his desires and need for power.

With each motion he made,
she wrapped more of herself into him,
hands, arms, legs around him.
Till there was only the sound of blood
Beating louder,
pulsating
throbbing. 

As he struggles for air,
in this last dream of his life,
Somehow he finds a pleasure
in her pulsating blood-red eyes.

Her pointed teeth rested
against his pulsating artery.
There was just their rhythmic motions
as she consumed all of him
up to his last breath.

Not a drop of his blood was spilled,
she had not intended to kill,
in fact, she herself
was wounded in his attack.