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Suspended Senses Trimeric

This vampire with unembellished hair, how sterile are the scars from his bite? He leaves himself all over your mouth, an aftertaste of rust and vanilla; How sterile are the scars from his bite, with glossy eyes grotesque and vulgar? I guess I’ll have to risk just one taste; He leaves himself all over your mouth, senses suspended you lick it up; Warm and wanting from the inside out; An aftertaste of rust and vanilla blood mixed with his foamy latte; Low key sensuality caught in tresses.

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