this is a poem its called youth and beauty
A mist creeps in
Through a crack in the door
Father and kids sleep soundly
Mothers feet touch the floor.
Feeling a presence
In the room below
She walks to the stairs
And looks at the warm fire's glow.
Reflecting off the wall
Made of mortar and stone
She creeps down slowly
To see who was in her home.
A handsome man
Of gyspsy descent
Sits quietly in a chair
She already knows his intent.
He has been here
Many times before
He arches his eyebrow
She falls to the floor.
Her body shivers
Waiting for the kiss
That will bring her to
An orgasmic bliss
He plays with her body
Like a well tuned guitar
This night is different though
Tonight he will take her far
Into the next life
And even beyond
This morning's sunrise
Was her very last dawn.
He plunged his teeth
In the soft skin of her neck
He dranks all of her blood
On her cheek, he placed a peck.
He fed her his blood
In droplets falling on her tongue
From this point on
She would always be young.
Vibrant and beautiful
She awoke with a smile
The left the small house
And walked many a mile.
Leaving her old life
And starting again
Her life with this vampire
Her lover and friend.
