Blood Lust
* This poem was written based on MTC's Challenge 21 - to write about
vampires!
Dark hours feed my passion,
amongst alleys and backstreets,
is where I prowl,
picking my victims with finesse,
tender white skin,
showing an arousing blue shaded line,
delicately tracing its' way,
across the throat,
down to the bosom,
then hidden beneath
a silky soft neck line.
My desire peaks,
I plunge deep into throbbing pulse,
and drink life, frenzied,
'til finally I am satiated,
my thirst quenched,
I retreat to the safety of my
satin lined resting place,
until the sun retreats beneath the horizon,
and the darkness
calls my passion once again.
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