A nip in the neck is not chronic

A plaster and a little pain tonic

The vampire’s intentions platonic

What you feel now is ironic

You’re supposed to not like what they do

But the feelings of lust have burst through

You’d like to repeat what he did to you

Perhaps linger a little longer too

But now you’re feeling so weary

And perhaps a little teary

Your Lover’s long gone, My Dearie

Your life is over nearly

Now here comes the morning

Another day is dawning

Creature of the night is yawning

Straight to bed! To rest his head!

Good Morning!!