Park Bench Tales and other writings

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She’s gone and done it again

She’s gone and done it again

I first met her in candlelight in the hall

A goth celebration at a midnight ball

A special dance for vampires as I recall

A waltz where candles were snuffed for the night

Feeling my flesh pierced when you made the bite

I was unprepared you gave me a fright

You remember the beach and the solar eclipse

Darkening skies as we pressed close with lips

This time all you wanted was little nips

Remember when you invited me to a rave

Drawing me into the darkness of a cave

I knew you would bite and misbehave

That night in December I’ll always remember

After that strange discussion about your gender

You sank your teeth in where I was so tender

You took me by surprise in the back of your car

A heck of a bite and I still have the scar

I was starting to think you had gone too far

We went out for Halloween on my bike

You sat behind me to get a good bite

Drinking your fill before the end of the night

I confess this relationship causes confusion

Because I wonder is this real or an illusion

Then the doctor says I need another transfusion

Copyright: David Hopcroft October 2025


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I fell in love with her teeth

I fell in love with her teeth

Her breath felt warm and then so hot upon my cheek

As she moved that lipstick-covered mouth slowly towards mine

A redness of danger but of enticement

Luring and exciting

To make the pulse beat faster

Then came the pleasures as lips came close and met

Sweet soft seducing surfaces slip slowly over mine

Tips of tongues move out and touch

I feel the intoxication of a moistness shared

Never did my body seem to love as much

An instant attraction that bonded us

Deep within me the passion flared

then came the burning moment of her desire

Her mouth sought out the softness of my neck

Those beautiful pointed canine teeth

Quenched the thirst of her fire

This blood-bonded love could no longer be held in check

Howling wolves made music every time that love was shared

Upon the full moon nights we would burn the stake

She took her bounteous fill

In our love nothing was ever spared

Nocturnal passion invaded every corner of my mind

How the heartache now overwhelms our desires

For the years have passed and comes the curse of age

I am heartbroken

So in these words I must enquire

For if in such manner we are to continue to engage

Where do I get dentures for a vampire

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023


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Come visit me tonight

Come visit me tonight

(Musing a mite)

Through death’s darkness seek my window tonight

Left open as I listen for the sound of broom-driven flight

Awaiting the glimpse of your charms as you alight

Flesh parting as you take your first skin-breaking bite

Leaving two drops of blood on my neck soft and white

With those lengthened two teeth shining so bright

Fear not, from love-sucking fangs I shall not take fright

Your stardust-driven eyes seeking further, that’s only polite

Seduced by raven-haired pleasure I see your delight

Your frolics leave me flushed when you find a new site

An adventurous tongue in exciting seems sure to incite

My resistance was futile submission without fight

Your mystical sense of my coming revealed in foresight

Wild whispered suggestions when you know that I might

I was in love with your figure from the very first sight

So beautifully formed not skimpy and slight

I felt the crush of your breasts when you held me tight

The strength of your thighs, (there was no cellulite)

Wrapping your legs around me so I did not take flight

You have awoken my dreams I fly high like the kite

Those alluring temptations will always be my plight

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2019

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