Vampire Kisses

This was a poem I was inspired to write in 2005 when I began to explore the more darker side of life on the goth scene and I had watched 'Interview With The Vampire' on DVD for the first time. I shared it with my new friends and it got published in 'Dark Nights' magazine a short while later. Enjoy!

Vampire Kisses:

In a tavern where walls have ears
And lost souls drown their sorrows,
Where individuals lose control,
When men and women become equal.
One man lurks in the shadows alone.

Nobody knows his name or why he’s there,
But dressed in black and white lace
He’s very distinguished and distinctive.
He drinks alone, but is absorbed
In the antics of us mere mortals.

Just watching intensely, smiling inwardly,
His dark eyes pierce the chaos
And causes interest like there’s nothing
Worth thinking about anymore.
Who is he? Why is he there alone?

Those are the questions on Suzie’s mind.
The feisty barmaid has a challenge...
She serves his regular tipple with a smile,
He just nods and turns away
Like he always does, she begins to leave.

Only this time, Suzie goes back...
Asks him why he’s always alone.
Silence falls. He looks at her with eyes
That would turn anyone to stone.
“Because I choose to, my dear.”

Naturally she’s curious, so she questions him again,
Only to be faced with stony silence.
She turns away, only to be stopped...
Now he’s making the move, she’s entranced,
He’s no longer the isolated one, just beautiful.

For reasons unexplained, she falls
Deeper than any chasm under his spell.
Telling him all her deepest and darkest secrets
She would never tell anyone.
It’s like she knows him from long ago.


Work is no longer important to her.
She sits and listens to his stories on travel,
Love, eternity, how he came to be here.
Says he knows the secret to eternal life.
He’s no saint, but all her prayers will be answered.

“Meet me at midnight at the cemetery.”
The deal is done, her fate is sealed,
Without a care in the world she keeps her promise.
Fear takes hold of her, but being a daring lass,
She becomes excited and carries on.

The moon is full and there’s magic in the air.
Cherubs and angels look different somehow,
The grass around the graves more green.
The dead seem more alive tonight,
But Suzie in a trance goes to her father’s grave.

The stranger is waiting, pleased she’s there.
Moving towards her, he seems to be after something.
Taking her hourglass figure in his hands,
He kisses her slowly, intensely,
Leaving her wanting more.

Slowly he moves down her body,
Her neck, breast and most importantly, her wrist.
A little nibble is all it takes –
Arousal? Pain? Or pure pleasure?
She doesn’t mind, she’s his.

After exploring her wrist, he moves back to her breast.
Once more the pleasure takes over.
Another nip drawing blood, his skin
Has started to colour, no longer pale.
She has no idea what’s happening.

His eyes have changed, now bloodshot and hungry,
He moves in for the kill – her neck.
The mouth that opens looks like the jaws of hell!
Teeth as white as snow, sharp as knives,
Filled with a venom that will change her life.

The neck is exposed, the vein throbbing,
The teeth sink in – the reality now hits her!
Her screams will not be heard –
He’s made sure of that...
Near death, she struggles to no avail.

He sucks the blood as if his life depended on it.
Life throbbing away giving him strength.
Now he has a choice – leave her to die?
Or join him as his eternal bride?
Pretty girl he thinks, could be useful to me.

After supper, he drops her to the floor
And gives her blood from his own wrist.
Five drops – no more, no less.
When she wakes, she will be queen of the night,
Forever to rule the underworld.

Waking is beautiful – no longer the feisty barmaid,
But long flowing dark hair and clear skin,
Cat-like eyes and ruby red lips.
Craving him as well as blood.
No longer restricted, but free at last!