In velvet night, where shadows creep,
A whispered thirst, a vow to keep.
Crimson swirls in crystal glass,
A taste of time that none surpass.
Her lips like dusk, so deep, divine,
A sip of sin, a kiss of wine.
Lace and longing, dark embrace,
A lover lost in midnight’s grace.
No mortal bound can break the spell,
She drinks, she smiles, she weaves her tale.
An endless dance of blood and bliss,
A stolen fate sealed with a kiss.