a vampier's teeth
sink into a woman's flesh
soft and sweet
crisp as an apple soft as fethers
moning-- loving the painful thrusting at last
the stntual feelings
the lustful grones
the passing of the seconds
untill everything goes
everything's dead quiet
because she has passed
what have I done
--to the grave again
it'll go away in a century or so
this lusting in my head
they wanted it-- my eternal kiss
and now look-- now they're dead!
(not one of my best but i needed an outlet)
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