Dear Henry,
I am continuing to work on Letter 52 – I am also still re-editing my first fifty letters to you. Thank you to my blog readers for your patience. Having custody of my granddaughter, makes it difficult to write on a regular basis. I should have a new letter finished sometime next week. I wanted to post a spooky and erotic poem which is published in Justus Roux’ anthology, Tales of the Paranormal. I also recited this poem at Jamie Joy Houck Gatto’s event in NOLA, Eroticon 2002.
Bane and Angelina
Inside a castle far away the Prince of Darkness sleeps;
Locked with chains to a dungeon wall – a lady fair he keeps.
His soul is starved, his name is Bane, he’s a Vampire from legends told,
His lust is hot, his blood is thin, and his heart is icy cold.
Two nights ago when the moon was full he met his lady fair
On an empty street in Paris with white flowers in her hair.
Her name’s Angelina, her beauty glowed beneath moonlight,
With his eyes he hypnotized and drank her soul that night.
Bane doesn’t feast on human blood; but he feeds slowly on one’s soul;
He dines upon a lady’s love and the beauty which she holds.
He slowly drinks this woman’s soul, her spirit, and her vitality,
He parts her lips and takes a sip of her divinity.
Angelina’s a vision, a lovely portrait, one might say,
During the daylight hours she tries to get away.
Bane’s a handsome fellow; a charmer, one might speak,
She can’t escape his power for he keeps her soul so weak.
For two nights he’s idly feasted, made love to her a hundred times,
And each time he enters deep within, he draws upon her lifeline.
Angelina cannot resist Bane’s power, his charm, and his masculinity,
She melts within like winter snow when the season turns to Spring.
When she moans with pleasure, when she screams with utter fright,
She feeds him more her power and gives him more her light.
Angelina remains imprisoned, pressed naked against the wall,
She dangles weakly from her cuffs as the sun begins to fall.
When darkness veils the evening, when bats take wing this night,
Bane rises slowly from his coffin with a sinful appetite.
Angelina shivers, her body quakes against the dungeon wall,
Her breath rate starts to quicken, her bosoms rise and fall.
“Please, Monsieur, spare me?” Angelina faintly pleads;
But Bane shows to her no mercy; he grins at her with greed.
Into her ivory skin he digs with his razor sharp, fingertips,
Clawing deeply into her soul, drawing it upward between her lips.
Mouth to mouth he inhales Angelina’s light
Devours her heart as it beats furious with fright
She can’t escape his power, her sex drips vulnerable beneath his control,
Bane sucks upon her ripened fruit and sips with hunger upon her soul.
He probes her with his fingers, twists, and twirls with sheer delight,
He sucks upon her swollen breasts on this evil, wicked night.
He stabs her with his manhood; he thrusts into her his sword,
He devours her with greedy lust – this dark and needy Lord.
Angelina shudders… Angelina moans,
Angelina quivers… Angelina groans.
Sweet and Sour gather, Bitter and Sweet engage in dance,
Pain and Pleasure chatter, Dark and Light romance.
Angelina cries when she kisses his thirsty lips;
Bane’s lust inhales her soul as he takes his final sip.
Angelina’s spirit seeps slowly into him
Dissolving his icy heart which barely beats within.
All the stars and cosmos twist and turn above;
Bane’s no longer wicked, his spirit’s filled with love.
“Don’t leave me, Angelina,” He whispers to her desperately;
She barely has the strength to speak, her bosoms slowly heave.
“Don’t leave, my beloved,” Bane cries as the night gives way to dawn;
He truly loves this mortal one, now soon she will be gone.
Angelina had also fallen in love with this dark and evil man;
She couldn’t resist his tongue – nor the touch of his hands.
Angelina whispers faintly with her last breath of soul,
“Goodbye, my dearest Bane,” she exhales sweet and slow.
Waiting for her is another world, a sublime realm, both dark and light,
Soon her soul will vanish somewhere between the day and the night.
Angelina softly sighs, it’s the last sound from her Bane will ever hear;
She departs this world, roams anew, as daylight climbs the hemisphere.
Bane’s heart’s feeling heavy, tears of sorrow stroll down his cheeks,
Glints of sunlight threaten through a window in which it peeks.
Bane doesn’t retreat for cover; he remains, a victim to the light;
He prays for death, his heart’s forlorn; Goodbye, Prince of Night.
When the Angel of Death meets him, Angelina’s by his side
With a leash and collar, and desire burning in her eyes.
Bane no longer has the power; Angelina’s the Mistress in this world,
“Come, my pet!” She orders, with a toss of her auburn curls.
Sometimes, if you listen closely as you stroll upon the Paris streets,
You can hear them walk close behind with their ghostly feet.
Towards the moon she saunters, Bane follows close behind,
Two lovers roam in a distant realm beyond all space and time.
Bane and Angelina live together, forever in eternity
Two as one – beyond the sun – beyond mortality.
When you hear the wind howl – When you feel drops of rain
The two above are making love – with pleasure and with pain.
Author, Mia Malone-Jennings
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