- Erotic Poetry
- Will he bite?
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Darkness falls over the quiet town
as she sits nervously waiting.
She has done this before and knows
that soon he will appear.
Long fingernails trailing a path
along one bared shoulder.
Cold breath on her tender neck and
a rough tongue flicking back and forth.
Like a cobra about to strike,
she is enthralled and sits waiting for it.
She is cold, colder than before
but she knows what she wants.
Desire for him, for what he can do as
he cups her soft breast with long talons.
She is remembering,
as he slowly slides a long nail
along her soft pussy and
makes a small cut that bleeds a tiny bead.
He bends his head to lick the drop
savoring the taste of her blood and her sex.
She shivers with the memory of his last visit,
nipples taut and pussy hot and wet.
Will he, will he
bite tonight?
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