My want, my desire--
You are Vampire -- Blood Lust.
It trickles down your neck,
Running from your mouth.
The undead kiss shared.
Who knew our last kiss--
Would be this good?
Exsquisite, sexual, beautiful pain...
The sinking of teeth under a pale moon.
Surely, I am insane.
As I die, my only,
I realize--
This is not our last kiss,
It is our first.