The vampire lady

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He was mine.All his youth, all his beauty and all his life were mine; he knew this too and strangely, he was not afraid. Indeed, if he had words to speak at this moment, what he would say would be, “I have waited for you, I have prayed for you to come, to claim me at last, to give me home and hearth, a reason for my existence...

        The Vampire Lady's Boudoir

For I need to see myself reflected in your eyes to know me at all, to honour me as I always knew deep down I should, for me to come alive.”

I know, my beautiful child. I know this and that is why we are here, you and I, on this night, your last night and your first, your alpha and your omega, your beginning and your end – this is why you came so willingly, quite against your thoughts of reason and of any kind of logic, but you knew, just as did I, that there is a greater logic, a greater reason and tonight, you and I will explore it together, transcend into another world, a new birth for you, a new birth for me, for just as I will be your mother and your master, you will be my lover and my child and bring to me your youth, your uniqueness, and exactly what I need, what I have hungered for and saw within you when we met tonight.

Gently, I bridge the space between us and I touch my lips to yours, a meeting of the dimensions, a sensation quite unlike any other, for you are still there and not quite here with me, as all the mirrors know, as all reflections tell those who would listen – and yet, I can feel you and you can feel me, a touch that tingles you and me, a touch that serves to open up the worlds and layers, have us know with force that though we think we know the here and here is all there is, it’s quite untrue in the most physical sense of them all.

Sweetly, you begin to taste me in return, shyly and yet you are excited, you are more than just excited but filled with wonder of this time, of this encounter and of gladness that your prayers have been answered.

Shh, my little one, so full of physicality you are, so full of old thoughts and the cages of your world, there is no need to thank me or to feel this joy is not entirely well deserved, earned by rights and by the simple fact that you are here.

We are made for one another, were made for one another and tonight, we celebrate our gifts – I give myself to you and you in turn present yourself to me.

He trembles lightly and I take him in my arms, allow myself the most luxurious sensation of a contact, still restrained though it may be by the fabrics that endeavour to make a barrier, keep apart what cannot be divided, what seeks to mesh and deeply re-align, not one unto the other but to make a third, a newness that we both aspire to and we both have hungered for, yet cannot ever know unless we make this gift of each to one another.

Now, there is nothing that could make us be apart.

Now, there is nothing that could stop the forward rushing, pure delight and wonderment, a taste so sweet, delicious and heady, beautiful and haunting both, to hold back now would be a pure atrocity of wrongness, and to flow together, headlong and joyful, is the holiest that we could ever know.

Another breath from you, and then another – I lose with gladness every sense of self and now, together we rush forward, to the endless starry night.