The Goon ...

As daylight makes its weary exit
And nighttime falls like an ancient shroud
I feel faint stirrings within my cold still chest
As my claw like hands start reaching out
Seeking freedom from this dank dark crypt
That I choose to call my bed
I venture out into the cool black night
Whilst shaking cobwebs from my head

I feel the call of that ruby redness
Reaching deep down to my core
Leading me to where my mistress sleeps
In all her glory and her gore
Her alabaster skin stretched smooth and taut
Against her frame so wantonly woman
With slight traces of her last hunt and meal
Dried upon lips that promise you heaven

As I gaze upon her in a trance like stupor
I sense her slowly start to stir
She then beckons me to approach her
And my whole being starts to fear
But she exposes one perfect porcelain breast
And gently pulls me down to feed
When my teeth break thru her silky skin
I feel her shudder as she bleeds

"Drink deep my faithful goon", she says,
"For this night shall be but long"
And as I feel her strength course thru my veins
I bite hard and I suck strong
Till she gasps and pushes me away
With a wicked laugh and a shiver
"A fine master I will make of thee
One to be cherished now and forever"

Gerard Singh