Vampires Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Mandarin sky like fire in her eyes
Dark visions rise between her thighs
She sleeps in a bed of liquid lava

Decadent Venus in gossamer night
Black silk poetry fills her womb
Succulent moonlight caresses

She reads the Flowers of Evil
Satin sheets in soft candle light
Golden chains, silk scarves

Passion dances in pedicure red
6 inch high heels on my shoulder
Her kisses are like wild wolves

Her mirror fills with purple night
Ivory neck alive with moon beams
She longs to feed on a poets sin

Feel the thorns of sensuous myth
Born to be adored in the garden
The dark side casts her spell

Music from ancient castles
Roses wet with deep red lust
A Goddess thrives on hot blood

Vampires gorged in moonlight