As I write,
under the moon.
Behind shuttered gables
from my abode.
Fermented tea steeping
to comfort us.
Whispering to myself
silently.
Lusting for my muse nightly.
Listening to precum drop.
Echoes.
Cobwebs play concertos.
My cock throbs,
aria of the vampire.
Aspiring to dark pleasures.
Masturbating at dusk.
My muse seduces me.
Scribing poetically I write,
tomes of the ravishing.
For those who seek wanton desires.
Immortality.
Cold breath of the forever.
My lips seek your hungry flesh.
Creeping with my talons,
I etch my eternal love.
Romance in the loft.
Your hips raising,
behind shuttered gables.
Frost on the window panes
glowing like mythical eyes.
Leering.
I enter your portal,
as you scream merrily.
Fermented tea steeping
to comfort us.
Composing prose.
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