Bite me

I love the way her lips glow
in the dark club, red, white,
as if she has just sucked
blood, I wish was mine
Sometimes, I even see her
eyes, reflecting the stage
lights, like bat's eyes,
seeing but not seeing, she
uses other senses to
seek us out in the dark,
and we need no extra
ordinary sense to find
her, we always know
where she is, even when
we struggle not to,
aching all the time for
a wet kiss we miss
and know when we don't
we'll taste our own blood
dripping out of her mouth,
her laugh is a strill
as a bat's laugh, and
yet we keep coming back,
hoping to get bitten.