Need

I feel the urge
My sickest thoughts to purge
Hungry and filled with sick bloodlust
I see something of intrigue
mezmerized by his arrogance
Tasting his salty musk in the night air
For proper etiquette I no longer think
My only thought the need to feed
I must drink he feels me it seems
For I can only come upon him in his dreams
But alas this moonlit night hes alone and mine
For  taking mm sweet nectar as I drink his pulse never weakens
My mate it seems laughter as he takes me I surrender
In human guise a pretender