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s1mpl3po3t Dec 9
Emily, by far
Is the cutest vampire,
I'll ask for her hand
After I retire,
Her gentle attention
Doth drive me wild,
Although some folks whisper
She looks like a child.

From what I've read
Vampires don't age,
In today's society
That's all the rage,
A fountain of youth
Awaits at my door,
And if she'll give me a bite
We will be forever more.
s1mpl3po3t Dec 9
Only every eight weeks
Can I donate whole blood,
Not like the old days
Nothing else, I'm a dud,
Not platelets and plasma
In one single session,
Thus, whole blood it is
My singular expression.

I'm worried you see
If I pick the wrong day,
Eight weeks from now
Blood Chick might be away,
Off on a boat trip
Or skiing at Vail,
She won't be here to comfort
Her least favorite male.

Stalkers and such
We get a bad rap,
I'm just donating blood
Like Corona on tap,
Not the best of all beers
But I might save a life,
And face it, I'm not looking for
A replacement wife.

But I would like my Nurse
To be you know who,
Emily of course
And not number two,
Because that one doesn't care
If she misses my vein,
No, she's an iron maiden
When it comes to giving pain.

Emily, my vampire
Is gentle with blood,
She smiles and giggles
And says I'm a stud,
Meanwhile I am drifting
Near death in a slumber,
And in my dream she told me
Her special phone number.
s1mpl3po3t Dec 9
Emily:
She held my hand
And squeezed my finger,
Though poised with a lance
I wanted her to linger,
Because her look of concentration
Displayed her finest features,
Then she speared my finger
Oh my; what a creature.

Fair skin and beauty
I couldn't ask for more,
Oh yes, vampiric women
I surely adore,
And when that drop of blood came
There was a smile on her lips,
As I pondered the future
With the sway of her hips.

Sure, this is but a fantasy
Of my dusty imagination,
Securely embedded
In juvenile infatuation,
I'm the first to admit
I'm stuck at age fourteen,
Be that it may
She's the blood chick queen.
s1mpl3po3t 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".
s1mpl3po3t Dec 9
Hello, Lady
You invited me, I think,
We crossed paths in the ether
And you made my eyes blink,
I turned around after passing
To get a second look,
Could I be the liner notes
If you were the book?

Could this be the preface
Of a classic compilation?
Chapter one, they meet
In some exotic nation,
A couple random souls
Bumping shoulders on a train,
First impressions so important
Etched a memory in his brain.

A dark-haired brunette
Fit and healthy, there's a start,
He noticed a sudden change
In the beating of his heart,
Single parent, that's OK
It means she knows selfless love;
As if predestination existed
He felt a little shove.

Chapter two, they meet again
He saw her at the diner,
That little lurch inside his heart
Noticing she was finer,
Than the nebulous memory
Etched inside his brain,
But understanding, he'd been in love
Since that night upon the train.

Chapter three, for now
Is essentially unwritten,
The protagonist in question
Undoubtedly is smitten,
Not sure where the dialogue
Will guide the future pages,
But he knows that life, love and laughter
Progress through careful stages.
s1mpl3po3t Dec 5
Dream Kiss girl
Showed up on my vacation,
A lovely dream as usual
With customary excitation,
The details are secret
But her presence was refined,
My dream-self stated
I'm glad I haven't dined.

Sure, she was illusory
Flickering in and out,
In a dream world that is expected
It is nothing to be mad about,
And like any good fantasy
One must appreciate the incremental,
Dreams of this nature
Are way beyond incidental.

Considering my location
This may have been,
That Venezuelan Barista
Visiting again,
But this time in spirit
Ephemeral and pure,
And whatever is ailing me
I think she is the cure.

We had a romp of sorts
That I may not reveal,
And for a dream girl babe
She is the real deal,
No photographs exist
She has no telephone,
Her appearances are unpredictable
Her whereabouts unknown.
s1mpl3po3t Dec 5
Dream Kiss Babe
That was exquisite,
It ranks among
The most delicious visit,
Dribbling wine in my mouth
With a delicate flute,
Followed by a simple kiss
To boot.

There may have been chocolate
Involved in this endeavor,
Whatever it was
You were so delicately clever,
Such a simple fine wine
And the taste of your kiss,
No dream before
Has ever been quite like this.

Dream kiss babe
This sweet dream doth linger,
I barely did touch you
At all with my finger,
Bur when wine and chocolate are included
With a delicate kiss,
That is a dream
I will sorely miss.
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