exemplary pupil is she,
disrupting not the process,
but absorbing through observance;
quietly she watches.
intent, she watches
sweet innocence portrayed,
all the while she watches.
her eyes glistening
in the flickering of candlelight,
her body bathed in soft illumination,
her moist lips shimmering in the flame
as she mouths each incantation
spoken by her teacher willingly;
learning the skill of her art
as i carefully work my rite.
All the while, she watches.
as the time comes now in the working
and the chalice of wine is passed
she sups from it eagerly, fervorously.
her eyes become wild and glazed,
the chalice is passed
and she returns to her station
looking as the vampyre
who has drained yet another soul.
the rite is ended;
the circle closed.
yet the energy of the working remains
and much has been accomplished.
she kneels before me now,
her sweet body beckoning to me,
tempting me with her lips,
her breasts, her eyes, her ass.
she slowly stands above me,
spreads her legs and bends;
she thrusts into my face the flower of her sex.
the aroma calls me and i sup of it.
she pauses and laughs wickedly.
moving away, she rests beyond my reach,
her exquisite form calling me,
tempting,
ever tempting me.
such beauty and elegance she portrays,
yet, so evil and wicked is she.
her eyes look up lovingly
as she reaches out to caress me,
knowing my thoughts,
my weakening.
so supple.
so tender.