On the fourth day
It’s there
Full & Heavy
Warm,
Wet,
& Crimson
Writhing in Longing
dreaming of the Pleasure
that awaits Us both…
your lust for it
Devours me
I imagine you
inside of me
throbbing, thrusting
driving me to the pinnacle
My wetness
wrapped around you,
feeding your
insatiable Bloodlust
Over and over
you bring me
to the brink
and stop
Finally
We’re both There…
our Passion mixing with
the blood you crave
so much.
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