I am a filthy bloodsucker as my husband would say to me sometimes and I do love to hurt him for it....
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Laying my hands
at the nape of your neck,
my eyes search
for that perfect spot
You wait for me to bite,
I tease you with my teeth,
I lunge at you
Biting down hard,
Your bones being to crack,
Drawing out your blood
Filling my mouth
with that sweet metallic taste
coursing through your body,
into mine
Your soul
begins to fade,
Your mine
iLuvPoetryJACOB commented on Feed
12-12-2009
wolfinlove commented on Feed
12-02-2009
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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