By moonlight,
I approach, smooth but determined,
Finding poetry in the scent of your skin
The way your flesh feels to my chill fingers
What sounds you make,
The contented murmurs of someone
Willing to be fed upon
But this is just a part
For in some ways,
I am formal and controlled,
Control and discipline to a deathless
Perfection
But that same moon
Draws out the animal within
And it has such an appetite,
Rough paws pinning,
Wet nose and hot breath,
Fur teeming with perspiration
As it holds you down
Uses you over and over,
It knows you, and how best
You can be taken
To meet
To meat
So, here I am,
I shall love you as a vampire
Fuck you
As a werewolf
What a fine pair of
Monsters,
I make
MB Blissett 