Dark Fantasy Poem by Tiffany Walters

She comes to me in the night, a mist that invades my bedroom and forms above me as I slowly wake to her presence; desirous, lustful, full of hunger. Dark eyes draw me in, capture me, throwing down my will with her midnight gaze. Her lips curl in an anticipatory smile with a hint of her fangs.

Sharp as she is deadly, I watch as she whispers, her tongue fluttering in her mouth while I long for it to slither across my body, knowing that with a snap she could end my life...knowing that she has spared me before for the pleasure she can wring from me beneath her hands, against her lips, between her legs.

My breath quickens, aroused by the danger, the prospect of the taste of her pleasure... A seductress come to slake her lusts upon me...and to kindle in me such a craving for her own moans that I would become her slave if only to feel the heat of her skin and be given the chance to overload her own senses with the power of her climax...

My dark fantasy.