In Nights of Passion

In nights of passion, my heart she does take
And squeezes me so tight, so warm, so near
I know eventually my heart will break --
For one thing has become painfully clear:
'Tis I, the vampire who has cause to fear
When at the slayer's touch I feel this shiver --
'Tis I who sheds a secret, hidden tear
When my body responds: a helpless quiver.
My heart can feel no blame but does forgive her --
Her instincts, teachings, tell her I can't feel.
She cannot see emotions like a river
Flowing through me -- To her they are not real.
She looks at me and sees naught but a beast ...
But I have had these precious nights, at least.