The Acceptance

Her blood, that nectar so sweet, that I followed
her back to her lair.  Her aroma flooded my nostrils.  Her essence became the
dead cells that were my being.  An over used line yes, but all I felt was her.
My surroundings were a dark mist to my senses.

And as the sun rose and my senses fell away into their daily stuppor, but I
felt her.  Her embracing arms around me, and my head lyiing against her.  Her
embracing arms around me, and my head lying against her naked breast.  Be it
my dream like state, but there with my head resting on her I swore I could hear 
a heart beat, and fell some warmth.

She made me fell alive again, but in the next evening she gave me the terms
for the pleasure.