Natasha

Natasha

By Hardcover

In the dead of night,

By the moon’s pale light.

In a coffin deep under the Earth.

A pale girl stirred,

Without uttering a word.

On her face an expression of mirth.

She clawed through the dirt,

Though her fingers they hurt.

And pulled herself out of her grave.

She stood on her feet,

Her escape now complete.

And fresh blood her lips did now crave.

She was naked and bare,

But she hardly did care.

The moonlight shown on her form.

She had pale white flesh,

Her black hair was a mess.

And her skin was the furthest from warm.

She was a strange sight,

Giving all a good fright.

And had two organs between her legs.

The first one was female,

But the other was male.

And it seemed to be missing its eggs.

Her eyes were deep red,

Sunk deep in her head,

And her canines were sharp and quite pointed.

She was a creature of dark,

With the bloodsucker’s mark.

And a vampire she had been anointed.

Through the shadows she slipped,

Through darkness she ripped.

Her penis had started to stiffen.

Her pussy was moist,

She hadn’t a choice.

For she had heard two lovers a kissen’

They were parked in a car,

As lovers often are,

Locked in a coitus embrace.

Natasha jumped on the hood,

And they both understood,

It was time to get out of that place.

They ran different ways,

But to both their dismays,

Natasha decided to follow the girl.

She caught her in the back,

And with a great mighty slap,

To the ground she firmly did hurl.

Natasha tore off her clothes,

Her skin pink as a rose,

Soon she was completely naked.

She tried to break free,

With fist, foot and knee.

But she knew there was no way to make it.

On all fours she was thrust,

Her legs wide a must,

Natasha shoved herself in from behind.

The girl cried out in shock,

And her body did rock,

Pleasure driving her out of her mind.

Natasha bit on her throat,

Blood flowed like a moat,

And the girl had many orgasms.

Natasha drank up her fill,

With nary a spill.

sweet nectar from both of the chasms.

The vampire finished her feast,

And took off to the East,

Leaving the girl alone.

The girl lay in the gloom,

And feared for her doom.

But eventually she made it home.

Natasha ran through the trees,

Like the wind and the breeze,

And launched herself into the air.

She now lived for the flood,

Of sweet tasting blood.

And no longer did she have a care.

So when you’re out after dark,

In a alley or park,

And your hair starts to stand on its end.

Form the dark you must stay,

Till the first rays of day,

Or Natasha might be your new friend.