Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
going to the horror films at ten years old i wanted to be bitten by the vampire ladies you know the ones red brides from the netherworlds with heaving ******* divinities of evil with that dah look in silky white gowns a little messy from sleeping in the dirt culture vulture goth girls with upside down crosses slags all gauzy bats in the belfry deranged but after all they where dead and dreadfully appealing and I'm pretty fussy so what the hell they walked like floats in marshy air never touching the ground above frozen dark crypt terrains with twinkly bare feet and black high glossed toenails staring out of blood spilled eyes drooling cloudy mouth hollows and a yearning hungry countenance encouraging me to get closer to bite me all over pierce me with needly fangs puncturing little holes in tender me making me leak like bad plumbing until i sloped into the bog below of course, i was panicked all trembly but i had a big one for these evil shadowy ******* too so i thought yes no yes no yes no are you gonna **** me? i asked they drooled ooow okay, i thought is it gonna hurt? they shook there heads yes! and drooled real bad? i inquired further ah ha they lingered glaring drooling i guess, waiting for me to make up my mind oh okay anything for you you dark dreamy girls dilapidated queens of hell with ballet derrières "down and down I go round and round I go in a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in under the old black magic called love" after all at ten years old, i already knew i was a horror ***** and just a little turned on
0
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
HORROR ***** ...IM JUST A LITTLE TURNED ON
going to the horror films at ten years old i wanted to be bitten by the vampire ladies you know the ones red brides from the netherworlds with heaving ******* divinities of evil with that dah look in silky white gowns a little messy from sleeping in the dirt culture vulture goth girls with upside down crosses slags all gauzy bats in the belfry deranged but after all they where dead and dreadfully appealing and I'm pretty fussy so what the hell they walked like floats in marshy air never touching the ground above frozen dark crypt terrains with twinkly bare feet and black high glossed toenails staring out of blood spilled eyes drooling cloudy mouth hollows and a yearning hungry countenance encouraging me to get closer to bite me all over pierce me with needly fangs puncturing little holes in tender me making me leak like bad plumbing until i sloped into the bog below of course, i was panicked all trembly but i had a big one for these evil shadowy ******* too so i thought yes no yes no yes no are you gonna **** me? i asked they drooled ooow okay, i thought is it gonna hurt? they shook there heads yes! and drooled real bad? i inquired further ah ha they lingered glaring drooling i guess, waiting for me to make up my mind oh okay anything for you you dark dreamy girls dilapidated queens of hell with ballet derrières "down and down I go round and round I go in a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in under the old black magic called love" after all at ten years old, i already knew i was a horror ***** and just a little turned on
*** vampires adult explicit
zebrablack
Written by
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem