The moon was full and the mood was right,

for a night full of passion, oh what a night.

He pulled his lover into his bed,

caring not whether she be alive or undead.

Her touch was soft, her bite was tender,

he swore it was love and could ne'er end her.

She had her way, that is to say,

one swift bite took his breath away.

As he lay there gasping for dear life,

he told her: I love you, will you be my wife?

With a hiss and a snarl, she said: "I do."

and had him forever after, and as a main course too.