Her Cool, Strange Touch
This poem was written based uopn MTC's Challenge 21 - to write about
vampires!
She has a strange sense of mystery about her,
the way her porcelain white skin
almost glows through the darkness,
as she peaks of times long past,
as if she were there.
yet her eyes,
so dark, so deep, so sensual,
draw me to her.
On this hot summer night,
her cool, strange touch
releaves me from the heat,
and draws me closer,
down to her red satin sheets,
where we make surreal love
for hours,
as she leads the way.
She nibbles my neck,
teasing me,
with her eroticism.
Suddenly I feel her
deep piercing lunge
right down to my soul.
Yet, still aroused,
I let her have her way with me,
until I pass out;
pass away,
and float endlessly
in the unknown,
rememberng always,
her cool, strange touch.
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