Creatures of the night

They lust in the darkness for you,

cloaks pulled over their head,

as they wait listening

for the sound of your breathing,

of your heartbeat.

They desire you like no other

thing has.

Dark eyes turning into slits

as they wait.

They are patience,

they can afford to be, they have

lived longer than you have.

They wallow in each footfall as

a lover does in each word that

comes out of your mouth.

They lick their lips,

arch their back,

waiting, waiting waiting.

You step in front of them,

and it is too late.

They have attacked,

kissing your neck.

You are aroused, and this is

what they want from you.

They want you to surrender to them


so they can bite your neck,

and feast happily on your blood.