For the Grace of my Lady's Pleasure...

Passioned souls doth
collide in a symphony
of divine darkness…1

Two hearts doth transcend
the light of truth,
beheld in shadows…2

Silken veil quivers,
on cool breeze from open window,
candles flicker as distant carriage
draws near, whip spared, reins pulled,
nag nays, heralding its advent…3

My new lady love,
for sooth, the most beautiful creature
mine eyes hast ever beheld…
So pale by moon light’s gaze, indeed,
a dark angel of twilight’s grace…
What lady of the night
doth visit a gentleman’s
abode at this hour?
A saucy strumpet, I’ll wager…
Bell chimes, door creaks,
footsteps on marble floor…
I greet my Lady’s pleasure…
‘My Lord, good eventide,
and how doth the day find thee?’4

‘My lady... Thou findeth me
in good spirits, my day doth verily
fade to twilight,
bespelled in a blanket of night
that doth enchant mine eyes
to orphean dreams such as thee...’
My lady doth smile coyly,
yet she doest not look away…
She doest excite me, entice me,
rising such dark desires in my soul…
‘Art thou a scholar of the bard, my Lord?’
‘Nay, my Lady, my words are mine own’5

Blood thundering in mine ears,
heart pounding against my ribs,
I doth pull her to me, she gasps…
‘My Lord? I beg pardon…
Wouldst thou care to explain thyself?’
‘I wouldst kiss of thee, my Lady…
Such enticement I doth behold in thee…
Such passion in thy heart
doest stir such longing in my soul…
To hold thee in mine arms, to gaze into thine eyes,
To kiss of thy lips, wouldst be to surrender
to my burning desires and damn my soul to Hades…’
‘Thou art incorrigible, Sir…
But alas, I shalt play thy game
and blush with shame on the morrow…’6

Lips meet, tongues lock, attire discarded
in the heat of carnal awakening…
For sooth, a faint heart never won fair maidens
and fortune favours the bold…
I run mine hands through my Lady’s silken black hair
and stroke of her soft pale skin as I gaze into her eyes…
‘Thine eyes doth hold such enchantment, my Lady…
Verily, I couldst become lost to thy darkest depths
and regret not this night…’
‘Then I shalt taste of thee, my Lord…’
A predator’s smile doth grace her lips…7

With lust in her pale blue eyes,
she doest lick of her crescive canines…
I gasp and taketh a step back…
‘Fear thee not, my love, if I wouldst wish thee dead
thou wouldst be cold and lost to quietus, long since’
‘Thou truly art a Vampyre? An immortal?’
‘Doest that trouble thee, my Lord?’
Strangely, I feared her not, I craved her more…
Truly it doth fan the flames of my desire
that one such as she shouldst hold favour
with a mortal such as I…8

‘Nay, my Lady, I wouldst have thee this night,
lest I wouldst regret mine inaction
beheld by eternity’s hand...
Verily, thy darkness art comely and
thy bountiful bosoms doth bespell mine eyes
to thine enticement… Have thee, I shalt…’
I take her in mine arms and kiss of her lips
once more, blindly lost to passion’s grasp…
I doth feel her writhe at my touch,
her bare flesh upon mine own…
My fingertips doth stroke, trace and caress
every curve her form doth offer…
Mine hands doth fondle, grasp and feel
every flesh beneath my palms…9

I doest hear her gasp as my tongue doth
explore her, tease her, taste of her…
I part her with my fingertips,
my tongue like an eel to her passion…
She doth cry out, gripping mine head…
‘Taketh me, my love… Now…’
My manhood throbs, aching to be inside her…
She quakes as I doest become one with her…
Hot breath upon my neck, embraced of her legs,
She bites of me and I liketh it, she draws my blood
and feeds in carnal fever, heart pounding as one
with mine own… Such dark appetites…
The like of which, I have never known…10

Building… Riding the storm…
Nails… Clawing at my skin…
Thrusting… Faster… Harder… Deeper…
Teeth… Biting at my flesh…
Rising… The peak of rapture’s fury…
Building… Backs arched in rhythmic rhapsody…
Frenzied… Peaked paroxysm, gasp as one…
Pressure bursts, passion sates, weak to climax wake…
I hold her in mine arms as she gently licks
the blood from my neck…
‘Tell me my Lady, why hast thou sought me out?’11

She gazed into mine eyes and smiled…
‘Tales of thy carnal appetites are whispered
far and wide, I had to know…
Fore I wouldst sire thee my Lord,
thou wouldst walk in eternity with me…’
‘Thou wouldst grant me immortality? Now? This night?’
She puts her finger to my lips…
‘Patience, my love… Fore thou must court me,
prove thyself worthy of thy siring…’
‘Prove myself? My Lady, what wouldst thou hath me do?’
‘I wouldst hath thee play with me, tether me,
Cut me, whip me, splash my skin with Holy water
in the heat of passion…’
‘Then so be it, and if it wouldst please my lady,
I may pop a clove of garlic up thy bum for merriment’12

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