Nights Full of Rainy Delights, Pt. IV (poem) by Laura Via on AuthorsDen

Nights Full of Rainy Delights, Pt. IV
by Laura Via → (All Poetry by Laura Via)

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Again, lines might be off ... and as for the ending to this, I originally left it as to be continued. However, I've not finished the write. One comment that had been left regarding this write on an ezboard I moderate was saying it was my choice to finish or leave it open like Lair of the White Worm ... LOL
His kisses grew stronger, pressed harder and teeth grazed her skin as she grasped him gently. She raised her hips upwards, the urge to grind growing. Pulsating ... Gripping ... Tugging ... He slipped from her touch just now, standing by the bed, exposed. She rose to kneel in front of him, her fingertips tracing around his chest lightly. He smiles softly, as the fire behind his eyes grew ever so slightly. Her touch excited him more than the last night he'd ventured into her room. Her fingers deftly finished removing his shirt, nails scraping lightly as they traveled downward. She settled down now, upon the bed, and let him bobble upon her breast. In an instant, she had him! Gripped in one hand as her lips caressed the tender flesh. Her teeth grazed him, hanging just on the lip until easing over until her lips closed, only to open again around him. His knees weakened as she deftly performed. A moan slipped through his lips, whispering to the darkness, her name. He loved the way she took him in, tongue flitting, teeth grazing and lips gliding along him. His fingers entwined within her hair, as her head bobbed. Before he knew it, she'd found his inner thigh. With her tongue she traced, round and round until she found the perfect spot. He knew what she was up to, she'd always worked this way. She teased and taunted him in every way, until that deep kiss she'd place. This time, it was different though, much closer than the rest! Her deadly kiss, sinking deep into his flesh. The pain was exsquisite, as she began to drink. That red life flowing from him and across her delicate lips. He almost released, yet clung to life he did! He wanted more than just five minutes of bliss. And as she looked up, into his eyes, that heady red glow overtook hers. Into her hands he went ... Pulsating ... Gripping ... Tugging ... The sight of life running down her chin in little red rivulets was too much for him to resist.

Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2003

OUCH!!!!!

Adam

Reviewed by Evelyn Simon

Vividly intriguing. You should be writing screenplays.
Excellent!

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore

a dangerous piece, this...it is erotic in its tone, but horrific in its implication..the vampiric imperative, so sensual, yet so parasitic...but then, one conception of the deepest, truest love might be quite similar, if taken to its obvious conclusion...thoughtful write, poet.