That naked neck
How I wish to be your vampire
Marking your ripe flesh
With my ravenous desire
You arch to quench my thirst
I pierce my fury
Till crimson becomes your color
You moan
But I stifle your voice
Fearing it might lure
Other blood thirsty vampires
You are not my prey for tonight
I wish to consume you
In the evening tide
Gazing into your misty eyes
Flushed becomes your face
Your earth deluged in juices
It's time
I realise
To be submerged
In your profoundness.
©LR
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