Penetration

Mesmerized, I felt her touch
She wore the fog like a cloak
Her pale face haunting in its beauty
Eyes of a tigress pierced me
Holding me fast
No fear in me
Yet I knew I should
Instead
I welcomed her sweet, rank caress
Her breath an arctic breeze
Her perfume, a compost of death
Rancid and lifeless
Aaaah the sweet suffering as she pierced me
Her eye teeth penetrating my jugular
Suckling
I came as she fed
A million deaths I lived that night
And now I lie here
My family mourns
I eagerly await her next meal

© 1996, Mosquitobyte