Short Sapphic Poem

Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla With your champagne eyes You lure me in just right So, go on and take a bite

I want to feel that rush of cold Before that burst of sweet

It might not be my fate But your lips are taunting me

Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla With your champagne eyes You lure me in just right So, go on and take a bite