Pairing: In my head it's Spike/baby!vamp!Xander but it could be any two vampires.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: I didn't sit down to write poetry...
Firm skin, tart like cherries; fangs pop through to succulent flesh.
Fingers hooked and grasping, kneading, knotting, tearing, holding on.
Suck and swallow, lick and lave, kiss, caress and capture.
Duelling tongues in not so mortal combat wrestle on.
Limbs entangle, angles clash, fists and knees and elbows.
Rolling, thrusting, pounding, bone slams into skin-stretched bone.
Domination, subjugation, master, slave, brave warrior,
The never-ending struggle only serves to feed the fire.
Whispered pleas and supplications, promises and vows,
Airless whimpers, needless gasps, rough deep-throated growls.
Voiceless exclamations, wordless cries and they're complete.
Vampires and their pretty, ritualistic, mating dance.