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I feel the skin begin to break
Your breath chill against my skin
Hole torn as you drink your fill
My essence your substance
My excitement mounts as
My soul begins to descend
As your face flushes
Your limbs become warm
Stiffness against my hip
My heart slows almost stopping
I feel you pull away
Come back stay with me
Until its over I think
No power to speak
I close my eyes expecting
the inevitable
I smell the irony liquid
As it drips on my lips
It feels warm and inviting
Open eyes, open mouth
As I drink you in
My cold body warms
More then any orgasm
That I've ever felt.
My eyes wide I wonder if
You could feel the beat
Of my heart as I feel yours
Beating as one I'm ready
To be your bloody bride
Lead me to the world as you
know it my dear
Sweet master of the night
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I really like this. I've always been drawn to the concept of vampires. The flow of this is smooth and the lack of punctuation adds to this particular piece.
