Bad, Bad Ghoulfiend

Some say my ghoulfiend’s creepy—
I think she’s beautiful.
I’ll tell you this,
my life is bliss,
with her, it's never dull.

Her black lips kiss me sweetly;
a poisoned apple peck.
She’ll sometimes hiss
from the abyss
I follow—what the heck?

Her breasts, so soft and supple;
smooth skin as white as milk.
Her lips are red.
No, she ain't dead!
Her raven hair's like silk.

She sleeps inside a coffin;
but is that really weird?
Okay, perhaps,
weak, I collapse.
Love bites but perseveres!

**Thanks for the inspiration, Natasha...