Kiss Of Serpents

Between her legs, the blood covered whore embraces

to sip from the vein pulsing hard in the night

like wings of shadow can she hear it

blackened beast colored fur, talons to walk upon

night brings a cloak of flight

she drinks from her wound, fresh blood of the moon

biting deep in her veins, drinking in pure ecstasy

obsession soon follows

Between her legs, now she is aroused by a forked tongue