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[title] => Blood Flower: 7 - Seduction
[time] => 2004-09-29 00:10:02
[hometext] => Once six posted, seven could not be stopped, and eight promises to be deliciously evil
[bodytext] => Episode VII The girls whispered in the corner As my bound and gagged prisoner and I Silently laid odds on the impending decision I moved towards them and lifted the eldest to her feet By the look they shared, they were resolute Much light appeared shed on my tale of darkness I marked her right upper arm below the shoulder Then quickly dispatched her, tossing her lifeless form Across the room on top of what had been her mother To my surprise, with a look of profound gratitude She departed this world, whispers of sincere thanks Falling from quivering colorless lips I turned to the one who remained seated on the floor She stood pulling long dark hair from the nape of her neck The power of emotion within her eyes was astounding She stated simply “Take me … “ I couldn’t help but think that there would be Plenty enough time for that in the future She was more beautiful than I remembered For I used to linger and watch her through Partially shuttered windows, in times past I pulled her to me in a delicate embrace Pressing my mouth lightly against her neck I hesitated, my lips parted, waiting, counting heartbeats I was giving her one last chance A final option for her to change her mind One last moment forever frozen in time She jerked suddenly, as I breathed her in Not away, but deeper into my surrounding arms Her flesh was driven into my mouth Her skin pressed over, around, and onto My surprised piercing teeth She had decided The blood of innocence erupted within my mouth Flowing down my gullet, it was pure rapture Sweeter ambrosia I would never taste I had to school myself to leave enough behind Were I to take too much, there would not be Enough left to support her transformation I drew a dagger and pressed its tip into my chest I pulled her mouth over the wound and Encouraged her to drink of me She started slow and feeble at first As she gained strength she grew ravenous I returned to her neck as our bloods circulated Daylight would soon be upon us We made certain our captive was secure She led me through the house, down into the cellar Upon burlap bags of grains and flour She made our bed, and we slept, but not before I placed my Blood Flower on the outside of each ankle I kissed the wounds clean And already I could taste the metallic taint That were my sins, flowing within her We arose to a faint crescent moon Fading refrains of a haunting Melodie Drifted away in reproach As I expressed my desire to leave in haste She stopped me, placing a hand directly Atop the healing wound that adorned my chest “ Not until I have a word with my father !! “ [comments] => 6 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Nazmythian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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