by Suzanne Carré
Upon thy silken bed, I cried my tears,
Didst thou but bother: hear my weeping dear?
I wait for you to mollify my fears,
And prove thy love; I need you more, ’tis clear.
I suffered much, bereft of your embrace,
Return to our passionate affair,
To keep thy promises, once bound, in place,
And press against my neck, thy fangs you bare.
Then bite me: drink my blood, and take thy fill,
Exchange this mortal life for something new;
Award me fangs, like yours, designed to kill,
Let your wan bride then walk the night with you.
My vampire lover, come to me this night,
A single bite then will complete the rite.