Fatal Fire

Two sharp teeth against my neck trace a pulsing vein
Soft cool breath of sweet undeath makes me twist and strain
Eyes reflecting candlelight burn with fierce desire
This cruel tease hurts inside – passion’s fatal fire

Twelve syllables per line, but not strictly an Alexandrine.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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