She passes quiet as the night...
as she slips outdoors in the bright moonlight,
Bare feet sure upon the grass...
this moment has finally come to pass,
Upon the altar she lays her gift...
delicate rose blooms she just picked,
Lights the incense and breathes its scent...
she feels refreshed,no longer spent,
Burning candles light her way...
the ecstatic feeling is here to stay,
Circles round with her spiritual knife...
within its realm will be no strife,
Face turned to the moon so bright...
arms uplifted in praise this night,
Soft nightgown clinging to her shape...
this enchantress needs no concealing cape,
Breezes rustle through the trees....
creating a whispered song to please,
She dances round her moonlit vale...
One with the Goddess...she did not fail.

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She sleeps...the bright morning sun basks her in its warmth as she slumbers on the meadow grass. She wakens as a butterfly lights on her nose, tickling her...and she stretches and rises to her feet. Had she fallen asleep in the meadow last night? Her naked state does not bother her, for she revels in her nudity. She feels hot and sticky and walks to the river to wash.She submerges herself in the water and enjoys the feel of it against her skin,cool as the rivulets of water run down her breasts and into the fissure between her legs. She swims to a warm rock in the river and lays half out of the water sunning herself with eyes closed. The sound of horse hooves beats across the meadow, ,she glances up and can't believe her eyes..pounding toward her is a centaur;half man and half horse, with wings folded down at his sides as he runs. She rises from the water, prepared to flee..and he spreads his wings and glides through the air, scooping her up as she screams in terror. She struggles as he soars higher;and a deep masculine voice advises her to stop..or he may drop her. Sanity rears its head and she realizes he is right,she relaxes in his hold and he pulls her closer to his body. He flies above the trees for what seems like miles, and desends into a clearing. A neat open hut..more like a stable, sits in the treeline. When they reach the ground he released her, and she stood defiantly before him. "what do you want with me?"she asks, and he rakes her with his eyes as he exclaims"I want you, your body..do you know nothing of centaurs lusty appetites?" He grabbed her and began running his hands all over her nakedness as she tried in vain to evade him. He threw her over his shoulder and trotted toward the hut. When she entered she saw a strange apparatus suspended from the ceiling,before she could suspect its use..he had put her on it....It was like a
suspended bed,but it ended at her hips,and there were straps hanging from the ceiling that he used to bind her wrists and ankles.She hung there with her legs spread wide apart, and her wrists bound so she could not fight him. At the base of the contraption stood a ramp of sorts, so that the centaur might rest his front legs on the ramp while it afforded him the right angle to impale her suspended body. He had a handsome face and a muscular chest upon which grew the same fine brown hair as the rest of his body. He approached her side with a sardonic look on his face."ready my love..we are about to ride" he said,and bent to kiss her..winding a hand in her hair to prevent her turning from him. His kiss was demanding and he thrust his tongue into her mouth and explored at will, while his other hand caressed her breasts. In spite of herself she was becoming aroused,and the nipples grew hard beneath his fingertips. He chuckled and moved his mouth to suckle one..then the other,and a moan escaped her lips. He withdrew the hand in her hair and used both hands to grasp her breasts and squeeze them together, releasing them to plant more kisses on the rosy crests. With his hands he caressed her hips and ran them up and down her thighs..facinated with the silky texture of her skin..so unlike his own rough haired limbs. His fingers trailed lightly to her softly furred cunt and he spread the lips of her vagina and started kissing and sucking on her clit..and one of his hands cupped her buttocks and found the opening there and inserted a finger in her anus and began to move it in and out while teasing her cunt. She was desperate with desire, and he inserted two fingers in her vagina; fucking her at both ends while driving her clit insane. She uttered a cry as she came, and he withdrew his hands.. He strode up on the platform and she could see the tremendous penis that protruded from the horses hindquarters and she cried "yes! please .." and he lunged forward impaling her with it. He rocked back and forth and she lurched forward to get more of his organ in her...he thrust faster and faster until they both reached a pinnacle together. She was breathing fast,and so was he..as he released her from her bindings. He grasped her tightly to him and whispered"we centaurs cum more than once my love..will you take me into your mouth?" She kissed him passionately and knelt beneath him to grasp the mighty penis and she drew it into her mouth and sucked and licked it, while she held his testicles in her hand massaging them. She began to pump up and down with her mouth and she could feel the sperm moving within him in the palm of her hand. He gave a mighty bellow and she began to swallow the cum pumping from his cock. When they had recovered he lifted her gently onto his back..lifting his wings up to shield her and began to trot toward her home and in the warmth of her nest upon his back...she sleeps

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She sleeps...and round her drift the morning mists. A drop of dew upon her face wakens her...she is enveloped in a gossmer cloak and several young nymphs are gathered round her. Upon her wakening they bend toward her, brushing her flowing locks until they shine,anointing her hands and feet with delicately scented ointments...massaging them into her breasts and belly. She sighs with pleasure and stretches, causing a giggle among the nymphs. She rises and a wreath of fresh blossoms are placed on her head. The nymphs surround her, arranging the folds of her cloak...her nude body visable through the delicate spun fabric. A twitter begins among the silent nymphs...and a young man of majestic stature strides into the meadow...An elfin king,known for his daring and his handsome persona. He reaches her and envelopes her mouth in a kiss that she feels to her very being. His tongue impertinent in its demands, as it explores her mouth..and she sets her delicate teeth on his tongue and bites gently,teasing...He steps back and nods his head;and the nymphs draw the cloak from her shoulders..her nakedness glowing from the ungents they'd applied. They lead her to a bed of delicate silks upon the dewy grass, and draw her down to lie on the soft fabric.A folded length of silk is placed over her eyes and tied behind..and several of the nymphs kneel beside her and tie soft pieces of the fabric about her wrists and ankles and they draw her arms and legs out away from her body and hold tight to them. She struggles alittle at the lack of freedom and the disorintation the blindfold causes...but a gentle male voice sooths her and assures her that everything is alright. He wishes to bring her pleasure...not harm. Two of the nymphs disrobe and help the elfin king from his garments...they are in awe at the physique he reveals and wish they were the recipients of his affection. The nude girls kneel on each side of her and start delicate rings of kisses on each breast.. .circling to the rosy tipped nipples,they suck delicately and it sends shockwaves through her. They take their own breasts and wet their nipples with saliva and brush them over her breasts...nipple to nipple they rub..and she shudders with pleasure. The nymphs turn their kisses from her breasts down over her gently rounded stomach and each begins to plant kisses on her inner thighs...going down to her ankles,caressing as they move..and slip upward again to the softly furred mound of her womanhood. One of the nymphs begins to plant kisses around her clit, while the other inserts a delicate finger into her anus..she begins to undulate with desire,,,the nymph playing with her clit bites gently at its edges while she inserts a finger into her vagina and starts a slow in and out motion,the other nymph starts to draw her finger in and out of her anus and she gives a cry as this double assault makes her come..and yet she doesn't want it to stop...The elfin king kneels between her legs and thrusts his tongue into her and draws it in and out as he sucks on her and she again squirms with erotic delight. She knows it is him by the masculine smell that emits from his body as he becomes sheened with the sweat of lust. He mounts her and thrusts in and out with an ever increasing rhythm...she senses his excitement and matches his thrusts with her own...together they rise and reach the pinnacle of passion and as he spews his seed the nymphs suckle hard on her breasts, assuring her as much pleasure as he received. As her passion wanes the king slips away from her and she is left to the nymphs; who remove the bindings and replenish the sweet oils on her body.They massage her gently
until...she sleeps

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She sleeps...but lightly are her dreams invaded by the soft breeze that flows across her from the open window, so soft the touch it is like a lover's breath as he plants kisses on her body...as his lips feel caressing her naked skin. The lilting sound of a musical instrument plays in the distance,and it calls to her. She rises and walks to the open terrace door, the full moon casting a gleam over the night landscape. The music invades her senses, she starts toward the meadow at the river's edge...oblivious to the fact she is naked. The pan flute's tune was sensuous and hypnotic, and she stood in the meadow and began to sway to the rhythms. From the river's edge strode the satyr playing his flute...his handsome visage edged with a fine beard,small horns protruding from his curly locks.His muscular chest was matted with hair ending in a goatlike lower body with cloven hooves. She undulated towards him as the pipes picked up pace...and the sound was more erotic and urgent. Her nude body aroused with hard tipped breasts as she draws nearer the source of the magnetic tune. The satyr began to sway with her as he fingered his pipes; and from his groin arose a magnificent penis...which he began to thrust between her legs.She parted them as she stood before him and he set aside the pipes and greedily began to suckle her waiting breasts. She moaned with desire and he pushed her to her knees,mounting her from behind and thrusting hard into her willing vagina, she cried for more and he grasped her nipples and squeezed hard...she began to buck against him..her orgasm and his climax together. He throws back his head and utters an unearthly cry as he fills her with his sperm. He falls aside and drags her down beside him,throwing a cloven hoofed leg over her as he drifts into slumber and....she sleeps...

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Eternal Love

Beltros watched her from his hidden place upon the rooftop,the gable creating a shadow in which he could hide. He had fed, the wretched creature he found sleeping in an alley appeased his hunger...the blood warm and satisfying.
Beltros followed the woman with his eyes as she darted swiftly from one lighted lampost to another, glancing round her with fearful eyes. She was a beauty he mused; hair dark as night with a bluish cast as she passed beneath the lamps...her eyes when she glanced up a deep violet shade. Her figure beneath her cape was slim and shapely..her breasts thrusting out from the curved bodice of her gown.
He'd watched her for weeks now...drawn to her in some inexplicable way. Each time she appeared his desire for her grew more intense,although it was not lust alone...something in her manner and the way she moved spoke of loneliness and despair. He did not look on her as a victim, his needs were met by the vermin living in this poor part of town..they were not missed; although rumors were afoot about a killer amongst them. Probably the reason the young woman hurried toward the lights...she appeared to be a seamstress, for she left a shop each evening as the clock tower struck 7pm.
Beltros knew he was drawn to her out of his own loneliness...he had been without a companion for well over 50 yr. His last love had not been turned, and grew old with him and passed in the fullness of her years. They had been happy; she grown used to to their life by night..he going out to fulfill his bloodlust...taking from her during their lovemaking only what was needed to bind her to him ...yes, he missed her.
This woman was the first to turn his head in all the years that had passed, he moved in the circle of man..but at none of the social events had he met someone special. Tonight he would approach her. Beltros stepped out into the light from one of the gas lamps just as the woman hurried forward..they practically ran into each other...he put out his arms to catch her as she appeared to trip.
Velvet was her name; and she righted herself..looking up at him from under heavy black lashes, the violet of her eyes holding sparks of light from the lamp. “I'm so sorry” she whispered breathlessly...”I guess I wasn't watching where I was going”. Beltros held her gaze with his eyes; they were amber..with an intensity that rivaled that of a cat intent on some prey. He ran a hand through his rich chestnut locks and replied “ I am as much at fault, I was deep in thought”. He smiled softly and knew that it had disarmed her. “what are you doing alone in the dark,doesn't your husband escort you home??”
Velvet said softly, “I have no husband; in fact I have no one at all. I am an orphan...my parents died several years back in the last cholera epidemic.
Velvet was embarrassed; being 24 and unmarried was looked upon as a spinster...usually this fate befell the women who had little fortune and had been denied good looks. Velvet was a beauty...but having neither a fortune or dowry she was of little interest to the young rakes seeking wives. The ones that called upon her were looking more for a mistress,than a lady of the house...she had been raised with values and would have no part in their devious desires...thus she moved alone through the night to her simple quarters in a rooming house.
Beltros leaned down and retrieved her cape, which had fallen from her shoulders. “Here, you will get chilled”. He draped the fabric about her...the warmth of her body exciting him. “ May I buy you a cup of tea? There is an excellent establishment just down the street.” Velvet replied..”Thank you, that would be lovely..I know the place well.' Velvet let him place her gloved hand upon his arm and together they soon reached the Inn.
Velvet was greeted warmly as she entered; for this was where she partook of her main meal each day..a meat pie at a modest price. Beltros ordered tea and the meat pie...but also requested sweet berries with cream. Together the two talked modestly of everyday things like her seamstress work, while Velvet ate her meat pie and upon the insistance of Beltros she soon finished off the ripe raspberries. Satisfied with her meal..Velvet lingered over her tea. It was Earl Grey, and the sweet scent of Bergamot assailed her senses. She could afford no more than the house blend..so this was to be savored. Finally it was time to leave; and Beltros was a perfect gentleman as he escorted her to her flat. As Velvet opened the door he grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on it...” May I take you to dine tomorrow night?” Seeing no guile in him she agreed to be ready at 8pm, he would arrive in a coach.
Beltros left her and moments later had traveled the distance to his place of residence. He strode into the home instructing the housekeeper regarding preparation for tomorrows meal....and retired to his chamber,ecstatic at having gotten so close to Velvet already.
Velvet found it hard to sleep..she was smitten already with the handsome stranger, she felt so comfortable with him. He was a man of means..yet seemed genuinely interested in her. Dare she hope for love? She had vowed she would remain a spinster, rather than enter a loveless marriage of convenience. Finally she slept amidst dreams of a chestnut haired man with riveting yellow eyes.
Velvet worked her hands tirelessly the next day..sewing till her eyes burned..anxious to finish her assighned work. She earned an extra hour off and hurried home to prepare for the evening ahead. She bathed and applied lavender to her throat and wrists...and slipped on her one good dress..a beautiful creation she had sewn herself of deep purple and it showed her figure and eyes to their best advantage.
She brushed her long dark hair until it shone,and pulled on long gloves and a wrap just as the coach arrived.
Ever the gentleman, Beltros stepped from the carriage to greet her as she opened the door and helped her up into the plush carriage. “ I hope you won't object, I've planned a special dinner at my home for you” he smiled up at her and squeezed her hand. Velvet was alittle apprehensive...but his manner was so gentle. “No, I have no objection.” and she settled in her seat as he sat beside her and the coach trotted off. His home was on the edge of town..so the ride was not long...and soon she stood in the foyer of a lovely home..while a servant removed her wrap. She wore long gloves; and Beltros was fascinated with the grace of her movements as she sensuously drew the gloves down her arms. He longed to slide his hands down the length of those arms...and hurried to escort her into the diningroom.
Dinner was a long and leisurely affair...Beltros sipped a deep red wine he told her was an aquired taste; while she sipped the various wines fitting to the courses as they arrived. Velvet enjoyed every mouthful of the delicious dishes. The last dish was dessert...to be served in the parlor beside a roaring fire.
Velvet sat on the settee beside the fire, while Beltros occupied a large velvet hassock beside it. A servant entered carrying a large tray holding a bowl of ripe red strawberries and a chafing dish of warm melted chocolate. The servant left closing the door behind him and Beltros spoke..”Have you ever eaten strawberries dipped in chocolate??” Velvet shook her head..”No, they look wonderful.” Beltros dipped a berry in the warm chocolate and lifted it to her mouth...she took a delicate bite...savoring the rich flavor. Beltros presented the rest of the berryand again she took a bite..this time dripping chocolate on her lip. Beltros put his finger to her lip and ran it across gathering the chocolate drip. Velvet shivered...the feeling was so erotic..she grabbed his hand and drew the finger to her mouth..sucking the chocolate from its tip. Their eyes met; and they were both shocked at the longing and lust revealed in the other.
Beltros took her hand and drew her down to the rug beside the fire.He cupped her chin and placed a first soft kiss on her lips. Velvet had waited all her life for this moment,and returned the kiss...so caught up in the fire he lit in her that it didn't occur to her that though his kiss was passionate..it also held no warmth, for Beltros was of the undead.
His kisses aroused a fire in her,and when he brushed the soft tops of her breasts..and drew one out of her bodice..she moaned with desire. He kissed the rosy tip and drew it into his mouth and sucked lustily...she wrapped her hands in his hair and drew him closer. Soon her bodice was down about her waist and he freely fondled and kissed her. Beltros placed a passioate kiss upon her mouth, thrusting his tongue in to mingle with hers...and then trailed kisses down her throat to her breasts again. He had removed his shirt, and her nails raked at his back. Beltros knew it was time;he placed his mouth upon her breast near the valley that divides the two and drawing back his lip he bit into the luscious flesh, sucking the warm blood into his mouth..hearing her cries of ecstacy as the venomous saliva entered her bloodstream and acted as an aphrodesiac. Velvet clutched him to her...and as he continued to draw the warm blood he ran his hand up her thigh to the moist center of her sexual being, and pinched her clit and thrusting his fingers into her vagina she reached a climax few women ever find.
Beltros drew away from her breast; he did not wish to drain her..she was most precious to him. Velvet had fainted soon after her climax..and Beltros gathered her in his arms and carried her upstairs to a beautiful chamber he had prepared for her. He laid her gently down upon the silken sheets and coverlet and drawing the curtains tight against the dawn..he fell into the sleep of the cursed beside her.
Velvet slept through most of the following day..awakening just at sunset with Beltros beside her. She watched him as he slept..alarmed that his chest did not seem to rise and fall. She ran her hand through his hair..placing a hand on his cheek..and he came to life as if by magic. “ I was afraid..it seemed you did not live.” Beltros laughed softly and said” As you can see my love, I am very much here with you.”
Velvet's heart leaped when she heard him say “my love”..could this be the love of her life?
Beltros drew the rest of Velvet's clothes from her body..and removed his as well...he made love to her in the way of men..and they soon lay exhausted..bodies still entwined. Beltros knew he would soon need to feed; and Velvet was nor disposable. He drew her to him and again started lovemaking...but this time he trailed his kisses down to the juncture between her legs...kissing the soft area where her legs and body join, he again bit her..this time sucking the warm blood of her thigh where the pulse carries it to her extremities. Velvet again felt the aphrodesiac bolt go through her and cried out. Beltros took only what he needed till he could leave her to forage for a blood feast.When her soft breathing told him she was asleep...he left her..locking the chamber door behind him.
Beltros fed in a hurry...he wanted only to return to Velvet's side . He re-entered the bedchamber before she awoke..and smiled brightly as she opened her eyes. “Velvet”'he purred..those tawny eyes intense..”would you be happy to stay with me for the rest of your life..and maybe beyond?? You would want for nothing, I can dress you in jewels and rich fabrics...for you deserve to be treated as a queen” Velvet started too cry...”I think I love you more than life itself already..I have no one in this world but you...my life was a farce I put myself through each day, knowing I would be alone...and then we found each other”. Beltros held her tight..it was true..this was his mate.
Looking into her face he said..” If I was not who you think I was, would you still care?' Velvet stammered..”Yes,Yes..I love you” Beltros picked up a letteropener off the desk and thrust it into his arm..Velvet screamed.”I am of the undead Velvet...I live on the blood of the living...I am a vampire. I try to prey only on those who are undeserving of life..but I am what I say.” Velvet looked at his arm...no blood oozed from the wound, and she looked into his face. The anguish there wrenched her heart..she loved him still..she ran to him telling him”I want to be with you..I don't care how”
Beltros whispered to her”We can be one together..forever..but there will be some pain” Velvet whispered back”I'll do anything”. Drawing her to the bed they began to make love..and Beltros again drew the letter opener across his wrist, holding it against Velvet's mouth he encouraged her to suck and drink the blood...holding it there till he grew weak. “Now my love,you have my blood..eternal blood..you will live as I do forever...but now to leave this mortal coil I must drink of yours”. Beltros again fixed Velvet with his amber eyes..”When you awaken love...we will be one.” “Your body will suffer as it becomes immortal...sluffing off the mortal debris...but I will be here beside you”
“I'm not afraid” were Velvet's last mortal words...as Beltros sank his teeth into her neck.

The young couple stopped to kiss every evening under the streetlight..they told everyone they met there..just as their relatives had long ago. They were very cosmopolitan and traveled the world...but were always drawn back to visit here. The bustling crowds and the cars passing on the street didn't disturb them..they were in a world of their own...and such a striking couple. She with her long black hair and violet eyes, and his head of chestnut locks and those intense amber eyes.

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Rendevous

Her essence drifted like vapor upon the midnight breeze as she materialized on the balcony,
the open door an unholy invitation...
Her face a portrait of porcelain beauty,
the whitness of her skin contrasted by the vivid red of her moist lips as she drew them back to reveal the sharp insisors...
She floated through the room to his side,
embracing him with her soft arms and melted against his body...
The stench of death as she bit into his neck the only insinuation that this was more than a tryst...
This was immortal death....


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Immortal Vanity

Vanity tainted her wrinkled countenance, self indulgence she prized...
She pranced before the mirror, an enchantress in her own eyes.
Decrepitude would not deform her, immortality she pursued...
For the soft unsullied face of long ago is all she viewed.
Whispers of an ominous way to acquire her goal...
Seek the blood sucker and render him her soul.
Feed upon the man child to keep your maidenly youth...
To dwell in dank catacombs an unholy truth.
A moment of time,and the fait accompli is done...
Never again will she quest for the sun.
At last a bejeweled mirror she holds to her face...
Alas there is no likeness reflected in that place .
All is for naught and forever she'll be...
Seeking the chaste maiden she'll never see.


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Prolific poet,purveyor of sinister dreams,
twining webs to snare us in your horrific schemes...

Creatures of baneful aberration crawl across your pages,
calling up the nightmares of archaic ages...

Amoral and dank the vignettes you weave,
threads of depravity hard to conceive...

Write omniscient laird,of succubus by your side,
for your gathering grows larger with each parchment that you scribe...

for DaveDoom51...our poet laureate

©CleoBuss 2007

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