When the drunken moon <br />Drips moonlight streams <br />Of Champaign light, <br />I’m going to clasp <br />Your small-girl hips <br />And lick with desire <br />Your slender diamond-sapphire throat. <br /> <br />I’m composing dangerous notes <br />To be compiled in your vampire book <br />Of gothic criminal style. <br /> <br />Smile with blood-red lips <br />That invite me to partake <br />In the pleasure of your sensual mysteries<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diamond-sapphire-throat/
