Count Dracula's Blushing Maiden of London

A lusty prose poem of Count Dracula's Maiden.

 

Count Dracula’s Blushing Maiden of London

Her long curly auburn hair spilled over her bare shoulders and brushed against her bare pink breasts as she released her loose braid from the tortoise shell comb.  She curiously gazed at her nude vuluptuous figure in the reflection of the gilded mirror.  Her blooming image looked much different than the night when the Count of Transylvania last woke her weeks ago in the dead of night as she slept peacefully.

 

Already she could feel the burning and twisting seed of a restless blood thirsty beast growing inside of her body.  Each day she glowed with a ravishing rose blush, captivating the alluring eyes of male pedestrians in the busy cobblestone streets of London who crossed her path.

 

Her mind raced and her heart fluttered when she mentally recounted his last visit. Very soon she knew he would come for her in the mid of night when the blood orange harvest moon was full, exactly when he was thirsty for more of her red wine.  Her anticipation and hunger for him grew.

 

Author's Note

Can't get away from my classic but favorite Count Dracula and his meandering ways with women all over the world.

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

I like it, but it feels unfinished to me :)

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

ohhhhh la la ...very nice

[Forever Mine]

I have never actually read Dracula but i might have to now lol Either way i like this poem. it was definetly creative

[Charles]

Tis a meaty tale you tell...

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Whoa! Hot! Hot! Hot! I can't give you a proper review because I am totally biased to one thing or another here..lol. Love IT!!!

[Tina Kline]

This is one fantastic write! This does Dracula proud, I've no doubt. Love the passionate, hungry feel of this and of her growing vampire beauty. It has just the right touch of darkness too. Outstanding!