- Erotic Poetry
- NightLife
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Flesh on flesh we slide on
smooth silky
thighs milky
impaled
like the vampires we are
living by the night star
caressing death
with our souless breath
making haste
sun rises fast no time to waste
sliding
gliding
riding
wolves howling
prowling
sniffing the scent of of the blut
running in ancient veins like the sound of the flute
stopping short at the door
do they abhor
no they're in awe of this immortal union
this unholy communion
body and blut
take root
suddenly we grow mute
the catacombs grow light
pity the sight
good day to the night
as we have to go back to the Bed
of the Dead...
to do it 'gain in the dark morn...
- COMMENTS
Epmd607almost 17 years agoanyone who writes something like this has got to have something against goths or peep who are really into vampire fiction.
the catacombs grow light
pity the sight
good day to the night
as we have to go back to the Bed
of the Dead...
