- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Night Hunters
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Still walking in the dark,
It's probably the only way I know.
Even Though I'm looking for the light.
My feelings towards the moon are strong, Are even Stronger than the feelings for the warmness of the sun.
It's like I'm that black cloacked Shadow That drifts thru the night, looking for the shallow souls, eating them to the bone.
I'm craving for blood, running down my face. I can almost feel it. So tender, so sweet, oh...
The gentle touch of the red fluid, silk smooth. The thick texture, candle soft.
I can feel the flavour in my bones. The ravish violence trespassing the flesh. The carnal enviroment of taking out the life fluid.
The agony itself... Gives me the pleasure to keep going, gives me the strengh to hunt even more.
Aahh..
The screams, the pain, the fear...
Aahhh..
Feels so good, smells even better.
The carnal desire, the satisfation, the shivers inside, build up my senses!
GOOOODDDDDDD, hahahaha!!!
Hunting night is ON!!!!
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