VAMPIRIC LOVE

Teeth slide through flesh,

Blood tasting best,

Flowing over tongue,

And if she must confess,

She will soon flee to the West,

listening to her favorite album,

Driving eighty-five down highway sixty-six,

Yearning for blood more than sex,

She enter’s the sixth motel room,

A lushes woman sits leg’s cross,

Reading a book,

Looking up,

She see’s in her Mistress’s eyes,

A look she deeply needs to statisfy,

Baring her neck,

the teeth again sink deep,

Blood rolling over loving tongue,

Drinking deep with passionate love.

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