𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

Vampyre

saw you sitting there,

like a statuette.

subtle and soft and warm

were your pale cheeks,

your soul.

 

in a negligée,

all for you, you ignite me,

you craft a flood,

but I don\'t want you,

I want your blood.