You can nibble at my flesh
Those soft bites that send currents of pain and pleasure through my spine
You can give me feathery touches
That make me shake in the knee
You can even prod me, with your talons and make me scream in pleasure
You won’t have my blood
For it is not just something you can just take
You can’t just suck it and get sated
My blood is worth more than all you have drank
I believe you know that already or you don’t
I choose not to let you drink this
For drinking it may wake another hunger I am not ready to cater to
Dracula, I see you in pains as you have your fits
Lack of blood has rendered you useless, so you say
Blood, gives you life you say
But you are not dead yet?
I say, my blood may bring forth life.
Dearest Dracula, you still won’t have my blood.