The moon arose upon the dark night sky,
My lover lay still sleeping next to me,
His insipid skin shone bright, the beauty of he,
I arose; my fangs extended I can’t deny,
I assume you guessed that we cannot die,
As I wait I brew a *** of blood tea,
But the kettle screamed loud as a banshee,
My Dear, looked at me, a gleam in his eye,
He sat beside me, I can tell he thirsts,
“Dark angel” he charmed “lets please our blood lust,”
“Mon Cher” I murmur, “long as you’re with me,”
I bite her arching neck and the blood bursts,
You are the solitary one I trust,
This is survival, not just a **** spree.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
The moon arose upon the dark night sky,
My lover lay still sleeping next to me,
His insipid skin shone bright, the beauty of he,
I arose; my fangs extended I can’t deny,
I assume you guessed that we cannot die,
As I wait I brew a *** of blood tea,
But the kettle screamed loud as a banshee,
My Dear, looked at me, a gleam in his eye,
He sat beside me, I can tell he thirsts,
“Dark angel” he charmed “lets please our blood lust,”
“Mon Cher” I murmur, “long as you’re with me,”
I bite her arching neck and the blood bursts,
You are the solitary one I trust,
This is survival, not just a **** spree.
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