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Sep 2011
Dimly street at sight seems long to be,
emptiness shown,i assume no one shall i see.
but it is not with my eyes i see,
heart beating-tells the position of thee.
Few more steps towards her i made,
under the lamppost all glowing and lost in smoke-calm she remained.
Immediately i thought-what a lady she is,
shall i beg for a kiss-on my knees.
But the erge to ****-she has awoken in me,
oh how could i only,rip such a beautiful neck of thee.
But ******* thy blood is basic instinct of mine,
and it is a feeling like no other-oh how divine.
We're now confronted eye-to-eye,
so close-i can feel her every sigh.
"may i help you" with slight arrogance came from here mouth,
shall i feed on thee-my mind crossed-strangely-a doubt.
She is nothing but a human-to my self i thought,
to **** or not to ****-with the idea i fought.
With no further a due,
what my self did-may startle you.
With an incredible speed,in her neck my fangs i have ****** into,
from the very start to taste thy blood i did want to.
Oh how pleasureful moment that was,
i drained her blood from head to toes.
Thou only now i notice she never screamed,
as if she new what i am-her head she just leaned.
Nevertheless being dead,
the beauty of thee away never faded.
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