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Oct 2014
I fear my dear my ****** dreams of you,
the longing for salacious contact;
the rousing impure dreams of your
naked body is dementing my soul.

Often in my dreams, I think of
myself as a vampire lusting for
your juicy young flesh.

I know one day our bodies will be
one again in heavenly blood, our
blissful coupling will float forever,
my dear sweet succulent angel.

My whole being shall mingle with
yours; only the most boundless
abandonmen can satisfy my lust
for you; for our love consists in
a mysterious fusion of our most
carnal personnal experiences.

Since your death dear one my desire
for you only increases and flourishes
my need to in twine firmly forever
with you my beloved . . .

To recieve you into my inter-most
being, and be one with you till
eternity is all I long for now.

I know you are an apparation that
has deranged my spirit; but please
dear do not resist my satonic
passionate dreams of you, for I
would die so that we could feed
on each other, on each other alone.
Written by
Dracula
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