Thirst

I have the thirst of a thousand mortal men, yet not a drop of water could satisfy me.
Only the sweet blood of those mortal men could.
What I am, you dare not speak to my face or you just might succumb to my thirst.
Yes the word "Vampire" flashes in your eyes.
I can't help but laugh at your fright.
I hope you know that you will never see the light of day, not after tonight.
Love, you are sweet on my lips.
Seductive sounds escape your lips as I sink my razor sharp pearly whites into the tenderness of your neck.
Through the loss of your life, I gain strength without strife.
Your once full of life body now lies peacefully calm and safe in a far away place where no one can find your face.