My Red-haired Lover A - dark poem of vampire love by Neil Benson

My Red-haired Lover

 Bright red hair caught my eye.

A sly, fey smile drew me in.  Musky fragrance made me reel.

My mind was not my own.

She took my hand in hers,

and led me to her car.

As we drove into the night,

her fingers played with my thigh.

She led me into her home,

and pulled my face to hers.

Cool lips pressed against mine.

Her tongue caressed my mouth.

Hot passion burnt my soul.

She took me to the bedroom.

As her dress fell to the floor,

she pulled me to her breasts.

Soon my clothes were gone.

She stroked me with her hand,

then took me in her mouth.

My body became red hot.

To bed she pulled me down,

and eased me into her.

As ecstasy drove me mad,

her fangs entered my neck.

I cried out in pain and joy.

She whispered you are mine.

I said I was her slave.

Her lover for all time.

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Eternal Lovers - poem of vampire lovers by Neil Benson

Eternal Lovers -

From the moment I awake,
my thoughts are of you.
You took my life,
and made me immortal.

Our lives are entwined,
never to part.
Together in bed,
always so close.

You turn to face me,
and my love pours forth.
When you touch my face,
our loving begins.

Your tender kiss,
a nectar of sweet love.
The caress of my body,
sets me aflame.

Our passion grows greater,
at the press of our breasts.
You touch me deeply,
and I'm open to you.

Your fangs flick lightly,
on my sensitive core.
Only a moment more,
and sweet ecstasy is mine.

Now my turn to pleasure you,
and our love is complete.

 

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Night Time Lover - A dark poem about a succubus by Neil Benson

Nighttime Lover
 

You come to me at night,
loving me as no one has before.
Your kisses are a nectar,
that make my senses reel.
Your caresses light a fire,
that wraps me in white heat.

In your arms I find,
passions I cannot describe.
The ecstasy I feel,
burns me to my core.
Time and time again,
you take all of me.
In the morning light,
I find no trace of you.
Every day I wonder,
if you'll come once more.

But when midnight arrives,
I feel you next to me.
The thinner I become
the stronger your embrace.
My body begins to fade
as yours feels more real.
Is my love enough?
Or do you need my soul?
I fear the end is near,
for I lie in bed all day.
One more time I see you,

and that will be the end.

My Redhaired Lover- a poem of vampire love- Dark Journeys

My Red-haired Lover

Bright red hair caught my eye. 
A sly, fey smile drew me in.
Musky fragrance made me reel. 
My mind was not my own.

She took my hand in hers, 
and led me to her car. 
As we drove into the night,
her fingers played with my thigh.

She led me into her home, 
and pulled my face to hers. 
Cool lips pressed against mine. 
Her tongue caressed my mouth.

Hot passion burnt my soul. 
She took me to the bedroom. 
As her dress fell to the floor, 
she pulled me to her breasts.
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In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. One story is about the surprise that awaits a mortal man when he has a picnic with the Queen of the forest. In A Problem with Werewolves a mortal male and his beautiful female vampire lover battle a pack of werewolves and a hideous demon. Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
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My Vampire 's Aura - a dark poem by Neil Benson

My Vampire's Aura

My free will is gone;
your aura commands me.

You draw me each night,
to ecstasy and pain.

you show me your beauty,
but I know it's not real.
Your lovely face
masks a soul so dark.

After the pleasure,
you draw my life's blood.
You keep me alive,
you need me no more.

The weaker I become,
the greater your pleasure.
The time is not long,
when you take my life from me.

Your promises are hollow;
I am one of many.
Bodies strewn through time;
discarded like waste.

Tonight will be special.
I have a treat for you.
The bright, silver dagger,
I found in your dresser.

When you take me in your arms,
I will end your undead existence.
My life is spent,
but others will be spared.

Sacred Circle by Neil Benson- a dark poem about a witch chased by demons

Sacred Circle

A woman dressed in white runs swiftly through the forest. Closely behind, dark, monstrous demons growl as they chase her. The demons knock down trees that are in their way. When she turns to look, she sees red eyes glaring with evil. Finally, she comes to a clearing and sits down. 

 

I call to the goddess

to hear my prayer.
My life is threatened,
by demons most evil.

I sit on the earth,
and create a circle.
The lines are drawn,
and the blessings said.

Dark creatures draw near.
Soon I am surrounded.
Goddess, protect me now.
The demons draw closer.

Clouds form and thunder booms.
Lightning flashes across the sky.
Dark shapes reach for me.
My death is near.

Lightning hits the earth,
and a demon disappears.
More and more lightning,
until they are all gone.
I thank the goddess,
for saving my life.
Within her circle,
I will always stay.

Sacred Circle - a dark poem about a witch chased by demons

Sacred Circle

A woman dressed in white runs swiftly through the forest. Closely behind, dark, monstrous demons growl as they chase her. The demons knock down trees that are in their way. When she turns to look, she sees red eyes glaring with evil. Finally, she comes to a clearing and sits down.


I call to the goddess,
to hear my prayer.
My life is threatened,
by demons most evil.

I sit on the earth,
and create a circle.
The lines are drawn,
and the blessings said.

Dark creatures draw near.
Soon I am surrounded.
Goddess, protect me now.
The demons draw closer.

Clouds form and thunder booms.
Lightning flashes across the sky.
Dark shapes reach for me.
My death is near.

Lightning hits the earth,
and a demon disappears.
More and more lightning,
until they are all gone.
I thank the goddess,
for saving my life.
Within her circle,
I will always stay.