Ridged and Sliced with thin blades of steel, How long must I wait for the night to kill. A Vampires bite, through voluptuous skin, Oh how she waits for the pain to begin. Ravaged and bitten before the gates of Hell, Lying naked, her vaines will swell. Satan laughs, but he's no different than me, spreading his wings, as though he is free. In a pool of blood, our bodies lay down. Heartless ,Breathless, and without a sound. Her breasts, her ass,and legs are so sweet, Dripping wet ,in the hot summers heat. Her eyes are like fire, to consume me at last ,as she licks my neck and everything past. She whispers in my ear, she touches my skin,lured like a moth into the light I spin. Out of control, my heart is racing, as I long for the moment of our embracing. She screams as she rips her fingernails down my back, she wraps her legs around my attack .Together we lick, Kiss and devour. Tied with chains and whips of desire. As her soft wet naked body is pressed against mine, I can feel the bite of poison in my spine. Oh how I long for this night to be real, a Vampires bite, how sexy the feel. She leaves me empty, but still filled with lust, as I close my eyes, from dawn to dusk.....
LUST TO THE UPTEENTH DEGREE...WITH DESCRIPTIVE PHRASES THAT DRAW VIVID SCENES... LEAVING NOTHING TO THE IMAGINATION. WELL DONE AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPRATIONS
Holymack!!! You and I must be thinking alike. I've just found an image last night from the free site, and was thinking about a vampire poem while I was lying in bed. Then when I come here this morning.... and here you are, you've beat me to it first!!! Well, okay...LOL!!!!...I'll post mine at another time.
Wonderful sensual poem about vampires. Great job with the poem!!
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Wonderful sensual poem about vampires. Great job with the poem!!
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