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His Vampyric Kiss.
written by Misery12:12 AM 10/17/04| The moon rises and I slip from out of the shadows that were hidden in the day. I dance my way out of the darkness like the seductive gypsy of your nightmarish dreams. Beautiful, deadly, and young things I'll forever be. I dance to the dark melodie within my damning mind. I dance unaware of the man who sits and watches me. His hair dark black just like his clothing attire. He wears leather pants, and a dead poet black shirt. I dance faster and faster until he makes his presense noticed. Istops dead and spins to see him. He smirks as he jumps down from large black marble tombstone. He smiled as he took I left hand in his and took it to his lips. He kissed her hand softly as he let it go and I pulled it back close to my dark leather corset. I held my other hand close to my dark purple skirt as I stepped away from him. He laughed as he stepped forward taking me in his arms, I tried to pull away, but he held to me tight. He drew his tongue over his pearly white fangs. This was once my beloved, but he had left so long ago. I struggled and pushed against him, but it was no use. He moved my hair from my neck and bite deep down into the flesh of my neck. And once more he made me his, with that dark vampiric kiss. |
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