Satisfying.

 Midnight.
 No birds take their flight.
 The bell tolls..

 I stand alone in the dark,
 Hearing the beat of your heart,
 Sliding blood through my veins,
 Though I cannot complain..

 A body so frail,
 Eyes so Innocent,
 Sweet blood is something that can't fail,
 To please our undying sixth scent..

 Laid upon the fresh grass,
 You will not be the last,
 So pale under the stars,
 Don't worry it's not that far..

 Piercing the flesh,
 Oh it seems so fresh,
 Taking more and more,
 Opening up the dark , dismal door,
 To Lascivious Legerdemain..

 Now laid on the couch,
 A largness now in my pouch,
 Watching you dine, Devour,
 Arousing, after each hour,

 Without any force,
 It's Cherry Sauce,
 Which pleases us this hour.

 How..Satisfying..