She glanced at the clock
It was two in the morning
She reclined on the futon
Stretching and yawning
She heard it suddenly
A gentle tapping
Was it the ticking time?
Were sounds overlapping?
She must be tired
Or so she thought
But she heard it again
And knew she 'ought
To look out the window
Impossible it would be
For someone to be tapping
But she must go and see
She hesitated
What would she find?
She steadied herself
And drew the blind
What trickery was this?
It played with her head
A man stood there
But floating instead
Before she could reason
She caught his glance
As if in a waking dream
She fell into a trance
He was the most handsome man
She had ever seen
With dark silken hair
And eyes of green
He gestured to her
To let him inside
So she opened the window
It was plenty wide
He drifted in
And hovered above her
She wished so deeply
That he would love her
Smiling softly
He sensed her trust
And he saw that her body
Was quivering with lust
He brushed her hair from her neck
And whispered in her ear
'You have invited me inside
And now I am here'
He took her in his arms
They began to float
As he sunk his fangs
Deep into her throat
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