- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Waiting for Dracula
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Lady dressed in white,
Draped in sadness beneath the moonlight,
On a rock she sits,
Fighting off loneliness fits,
She waits for he who prowl,
When the werewolves howl,
Mysterious man,
Who’s long been gone.
Tonight, the Master comes,
And the deity will surely succumb,
To him who loves the darkness,
And instills nothing but calmness,
He who sleeps in the coffin,
And is surely a stud muffin,
She heard a step or two,
Looks up, then, bows anew,
Her Master arrives,
Mind went on hyperdrive,
She pounced at his feet,
Only to be lift,
Her neck she offers,
To the vampire who owns her.
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