Bloodlust
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You search my pulse, the line of life
Your fangs, sharp like a butchers knife
I close my eyes, give in, in lust
Completely giving you my trust
I little sting, a deeper thrust
And I see the stars combust
Your growl is sharp and comes from deep
As you drink and make me weep
The lights go out, the darkness sinks
as you cherish blood like drinks
I quiver here, beneath your chest
Fulfilling what I call my quest
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| Date Added: |
May 10, 2010 |
| Added By: |
Hex |
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