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Sep 2010
Breathe deeply from the nose of the scents from the night,
so that the life all around can be tasted in the throat
against the tongue like some aged wine used to quench a thirst.
Body alive beneath the moon's full glow,
as senses sharpen upon the choices that lay
before the beauty who's body trembles to start.
The soft  pleading voice not her own rises from her feet,
the continuous plead crying so full of yearning need.
Warmed whiskey tone bade them to rise and gain the need,
helpless fool heads into arms that promise forever
though turning shy at the soft flesh that matches her own.
Yet the woman melt into each other arms with a  kiss
that promised so many things if they would yield.
Whiskey's kiss deepens yet against the gentle warmth
promising a consumption of flesh down to the bones,
in heated flames that promised desires of all types.
Needful body tensed as the other drew away,
whimpering swallowed up in the hidden shadows of the path.
Her eyes opening in time to see the flash of white
descend down upon suckling flesh of her own neck,
whiskey's arms bringing her closer yet as mouth works vigorously.
Lustful sounds of passion spill into night's silent air,
Needful body tensing tighter and quicker still as
the supplier worked over the vein before the body beneath go still,
That final cry of "I am yours" spill forth in confession of how far gone.
Whiskey's satisfied sigh stretches out like a lover's plead,
the other falls backward towards the ground as arms were released,
with whiskey's husky promise "Now and forever till death doth us part."
Cold distant eyes watching the form of Needful laying upon the ground,
fire returning slowly in them as hand wipes across her mouth.
The innocent lead forth to knock upon a door unknown to her,
drawn like a sheep to the pasture without knowing why.
Only to find death's grin beyond the threshold
with crimson life upon her pale amber lips
Written by
Liquidchaos
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