She came to me,
From the darkness that she prowled.
Her black eyes
and razor teeth
blazed with bloodlust.
She beckoned to me
from the moonless night outside.
I could not help
but invite her,
for she held me,
mind and body,
with but a thought.
Her hunger had driven her to my window
and mine had led her to her prey.
I knew she felt my yearning,
my lust for what she could give.
She paused above me,
Astride me in my bed,
and I saw the vortex in her eyes,
The pit from which there was no escape.
I gladly bared my throat,
and my dark desire fed her ravishing need.