TO FEEL THE SLOWING OF A BEATING HEART, AGAINST YOUR TONGUE AS YOU FEED? TO FEEL THE STRUGGLE OF YOUR VICTIM GIVES YOU PLEASURE, FEEDS A NEED? TO FEEL CONNECTION, TO BE A PART, OF LIFES CREATION, AND LIFES DEMISE? TO SEE THE FLICKER LEAVE THE EYES? TO FEEL THE BLOOD FILLING YOUR STARVING VIENS, TO KNOW THE SECRECTS, TO KNOW THE DREAMS? OF THE VICTIM WHO YOU HAVE CHOSEN, TO BE YOUR LOVER IN THIS DEATH?
SHE WAITS WITH A PATIENCE LEARNED WITH TIME, FOR HIEGHTENED HUNGER TO DRIVE HER FORE? AND VENTURE SILENT THROUGH THE NIGHT, TO SATE HER GROWING FEVERED THIRST? HER LIPS WHOSE GRIEF IS TO BE WISE, NOW PART TO FORM A SILENT PLEA, HER SOFT UNFATHOMABLE GLOWING EYES, BEGIN TO SHOW A STEELY GAZE? FOR FATE HAS DEALT A DEADLY HAND, AND HUNT THE SHADOWS IS HER FATE? AND WITH DETACHMENT FROM MORTAL CARES, SHE TAKES HER PLEASURES AS SHE MAY.
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