Gypsy's Words

Dark Embrace Cold is the night and full the moon, deathly silent, through your window I observe you. I, a hunter and you, my prey, watching for when in your bed you will lay.  I await with insurmountable patience the moment I shall have you in my presence. As the hours pass all grows still, I enter your bower and approach in silence, viewing your sleep and inhale deep, the scent of life emanates while you dream. Normally, my victim, already you would have been, but, something detains me; imagining’s? maybe.  In all the centuries of my existence never had I felt this experience. I enter with a singular objective and full of intention, the hunger besieges me and your blood beckons. Battling with my nature, cautiously your slumbering body I observe when in my direction you turn. I realize once more, the vitality at you core, your blood I can almost taste nearly knocking a lamp over in my haste. I hear the blood running through your veins and the beat of your heart which reminds me, tha