spidery script flows across my bare skin,

firelight illuminating the ancient words searing my flesh.

i smile at the pain, old wounds opening as i stretch languidly;

the remnants of my lover's kisses on my arms and on my neck.

he is beside me, drained and enthralled;

holding an ornate beaten goblet to my lips.

i drink slowly, relishing the taste of his blood,

coppery and rich and bittersweet,

and i cannot get enough.

my vision dimming, i can see nothing but his eyes;

tragic and filled with dark desire, i drown willingly in them.

overcome with strange sensations, i shudder

as his sanguine magic courses through me.

writhing with pleasure and delirious in the descending darkness,

he takes me in his arms the moment i become.