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[bodytext] => have you ever seen evil incarnated in a body so delicately delicious that you thought he was an angel coming to save your soul? He will approach you when you are walking at night, breathing in air that you so desperately need. He needs no air, but he will need your blood. Your body, your soul. and his eyes and his pale skin will make your forget how it is dangerous to talk to strangers on winding roads in country towns it happens so fast. the undressing of you. you almost willed it yourself; it was really your own hands unbuttoning your blouse, removing your lace panties, running up your soft breasts, teasing them, running down the angeled curve of your leg, probbing inside you of yoru most private folds, You know the fingers were his. You know he is really these, doing these things to you: His lips kissing your lips, neck, breasts, his fangs sliding slowly up and down your tender flesh, and part of you jumps out of your skin but another part ties you back again; The kiss of his fangs makes you bleed with pleasure. You never want him to stop. And he sucks the blood out of you while he slides his member in and out and in again, pumping you with his unholy milk. You think he's making love to you, and in a sense he is, but not the same love you're making: For blood is love, and Love is blood. No; he is making love to himself. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => vampyrekiss [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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