Lovers’ Rendezvous

A vampiric dream

Ravyne Hawke
Ravyne’s Nest

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In this cemetery, upon this marker
I sit, anticipating the setting sun
My desire rises, the need burns
I sigh

Darkness ensues —
I feel your cold skin against mine, heated by lust
Icy fingers trail the curve of my neck
With the sting of your nails, blood flows
As I arch my back

I pull you close
Inhale the smell of earth upon your skin
Your tongue laps at ruby droplets upon my breasts
As an arm curls around my back
Scratches just deep enough to bleed
And I quiver

I tilt my head
Your fangs glow in moonlight
The first prick pierces me with pain
But I want this, need this, desire this
I claw at your back, nails digging deeply into your skin
Legs wrapped around your waist
I cry out; no shame

You thrust deep within
Your body moving with the beat of my heart
Wildly sporadic —
We become beasts
Cries of the wild escape our lips
Our…

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Ravyne Hawke
Ravyne’s Nest

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