What Flows Beaneath the Flesh

She smiles
eyes close
as does her lips,
tickling her throat with her fingertips
Almost daring me to accept her
into my immortal love
...she believes she is ready -
- that what I offer is a gift...
They all do

"Come...drink," she says.

Too early in life
hair so soft and
skin so white
thinking dark death shall save her life
I smell what flows beneath the flesh
that soon is pierced by fang
I begged...
She insisted with temptation
It all ends in screams
Every time