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Dec 9
Emily
That woman, she took my blood,
When I swooned
I fell with a thud,
Awoke light-headed
Like a spinning jenny,
Not only my blood
But the blood of many.

Emily
Caught my eye at first,
Before I understood her thirst,
No, I won't argue
She was really cute,
I needed to see her....
I was resolute.

Emily
Looks so young, that kid,
When I came to donate
She had the highest bid,
And now I'm drained
I guess; good to the last drop,
Emily, I begged
Oh please, don't stop.

Emily
So caring, she held my hand,
After I swooned
I could no longer stand,
I was laid on the gurney
And they lowered my head,
I was too weak to grasp
To pull her onto my bed.

Emily
She stood to the side,
I caught a little smirk
Plus a wink and I sighed,
Knowing she tried to drain me
I guess I have a good taste,
She whispered in my ear:
"To the last drop; I mustn't waste".
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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