Capturing the world with Photography, Painting and Drawing

Dracula, A poem By : Lexi Ree-ves

Dracula 2

Dracula

Honed fangs behind
sweet lips.

Lips made to caress my
skin as they travel along
my throat.
So gentle he is,
For a monster

His tongue against my
jugular;
Heartbeats quicken.
Shallow breathing
as his dark eyes
bore into mine.

“Take me,” I plea, “make me into you.”

You are mine…
His voice is thick,
laced with seduction
but also some sort of
tenderness.

Dracula 1

His movements
careful
slow
calculated.

He plants a
kiss on my neck,
fangs barely brushing.

And I do not destroy that which is mine.

5 responses

  1. hocuspocus13

    Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
    jinxx♣xoxo

    August 20, 2015 at 5:14 pm

  2. Always look forward to your blogs. The photography is so sombre and atmospheric heightened by the poem

    August 20, 2015 at 9:46 pm

    • Hello Diana 🙂 🙂

      Thank you 🙂 I am very pleased that you enjoy the posts 🙂 🙂

      August 24, 2015 at 4:40 pm

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.