Arms *Record Scratch* Legs Wide Open

    There's a beautiful maiden sitting aside of you, on the park bench. The light is dimmned but you can see her luminscent skin by the display of the lunar light overhead, running its white light across her naked body like a tongue, wet and hungry. You take her home and make sweet, sweet love to her all night with her innocent life that fills you, and makes you become a new person. She is a goddess, she is a vampire. After you make love to her, you cuddle with her and wait for the sun to come up where she will be there no more...but you wait for night to come again unto where every night for eternity, she will show you the true meaning of lust.

                                           **Record F**king Scratch**

    I'm sitting aside you, on the bench, virginal and lovley with a ribbon tied around each ringlet of my light brown hair. I flash my green eyes at you and ask if you're feeling lonley tonight. That's where you tell me you don't have any extra beds...buhut-----I could share the bed with you.
   * * * An Hour Later
  --------------------------->      -->   --> That....is what you look like.






     There's nothing romantic about "love-making" in my mind, when I'm trully ravenously lusty. I'm not going to NOT bite you in bed, because that's just what I like to do, a lot of humans such as myself, like to bite and scratch and even blood drink during bed. So I'm human too! Only, like I said, you're probably going to look like the second photo above, because that's exactly what I want to do with you. Unless you don't take it that far and let the emotions beat within me, strumming up the cords of anger, fear, and orgasm...then you're just going to be big juicy fleshy peices, because I won't have gone as far as eating it all while falling into a delerium.
  Screaming, Womb Trembling, Teeth Clenching, Biting, Drinking, Tasting,  Moaning; rocking against someone and riding him until he can't see from the blackness of absolute bliss. That's my opinion of a great night in bed...though I wouldn't know. But a Vamp can dream can't she?
  I'm just saying, vampires have dreams, and when they dream, it's all about the blood--and not necessarily the amaranth-in-color goo that seeps out from a razor mark...I'm talking about blood falling in the bed and saturating the silk, filling me, surrounding me, pooling me in a bed of blood and silk, and mating.
  When I think of having sex, I think of someone filling me.
  Someone hurting me, but loving me to death.
  I think about the twisted thoughts that humans apparenlty never have.

I'm a vampire, and I apologize for wanting to tear your flesh off in bed.