immortal kiss
whips of the tongue...
across an open wound
the sweet taste of blood
not a moment too soon
a glimmering eye...
an unsuspecting glimpse
caught by surprise
of passion enscenced
iron and rust... flow from the lips
teasing the tongue... a glorious gift
drops in the throat... muscles constrict
a deep hearted moan... while tasting a kiss
a slow beating heart... screams with intent
the soul of the damned... his will must insist
blood drawn to blood... her heart beats with his
the feel of his touch... too strong to resist
with whips of the tongue
the wound is wiped clean
the essence of blood
fulfillment of needs
the look in his eye
for he knows she is his
she could not deny
his immortal kiss
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