Dark Romance Poems & Erotic Shorts

There was none like my woman Full breasts that always seemed to spill out of her clothes and red lips that always stained mine. She was perfect in every way, she did not know me but she loved me and I cherished her. I wanted her to know me, to see me for who I was, to know that I would always be the man she fell for and more... much more than that. So I sank my fangs into her succulent neck right where the pulse was beating, calling me, telling me to make her mine. She moaned in pleasure or was it a groan if pain and fear? I was too far gone at that moment to care. My c*ck had already hardened in my breeches and I reached one hand down to calm it down. Not yet, till after I taste this blood properly. Please... She had whispered, it sounded like she was begging. She must have been so wet, begging me to bury myself deep in her with just that one word. Please... I retracted my fangs and looked at her, she stared back at me but this time the look on her eyes were different. Her eyes were vacant, empty, lifeless. I let go of her body and she fell to the ground with a loud thump. Her eyes still started into mine and her oh so kissable lips were slightly parted, waiting for my c*ck or was it my kiss. She was dead I laughed, it was funny because only moments ago she spoke about how much she loved me. Her love for my might be undying but right now she is dead... the irony. Soon but later than soon, her fingers twitched and her eyes regained their color and more...first there was surprise then it was there, as she stood up and stared me straight in the eyes... as she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled my head close so our lips could meet. I saw it. Her Undying Love