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Kayden T Widmer Feb 2015
It lingers in my veins, across my skin.
The Death that has taken my soul.
The seductive addictive pain,
Shiver ripples through my blood.

I smell you,
Scent thick with fear,with anticipation
With Lust for Eternal life.
The mark of the dead.

Twirling my fingers in your beautiful curls,
As I nuzzle closers,
And you moan as my lips hit your skin.
And I know you are ready for me

With this bite, I insite the itch,
That desperate need in you.
The hunger for more.
For my Body.

With your life blood in my  body
Running over my tonuge and lips.
I whisper to you,
"I love you, My dark child".

The drug you crave,
The attention I  keep from your body.
You squirm with need,
And a smile creeps to my face.
"If you want it...Take it"

A young farm boy,
Alone and lost.
My gentle hands wrap warmly around your heart
For it, and the rest of you are mine.

With great gentleness, You pull me ontop of you
My body unclothed and waiting.
My pale cold skin a stark contrast to your farmers tan
And I run my nails long your **** chest.
mine...

Take me when I let you,
Come to me when I call.
For My drug is you.
So Delicious
A Sweet Bite of you.
NSFW
Cedric McClester Oct 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Somewhere, I heard or read,
That you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead
Now that, that has been said,
And al-Baghdadi is a trophy head
Before he set off the suicide blast
There’s something I just have to ask
Did he actually whimper and cry
At the thought he was going to die?

But, that said, in any case
The world’s a much better place
Just to put the matter to bed,
With the erstwhile Kalifah dead
The President has bragging rights
For putting out that leader’s lights
But the backlash his words will insite
Will only cause ISIS tp ignite

And much to our collective regret,
The thing we must never forget
Or, would be ill advised to ignore
That we have killed others before
Their names wouldn’t fit a marquee
And while that well may be
Their movements have endured
Because they’re of one accord

They still want to take down the West
By now, in case you haven’t guessed
So this is the logical deduction
They’re committed to our destruction
I hope that you’re following me
They have a warped ideology
That has nothing to do with Islam
Those who claim so are doomed to be ******



          Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Seth Seaman Nov 2020
Wake to be at your hight
Behind tobacco toby match lite
Eases the tension
Just to feel lifes pace quicken
Reinventing intentions
Filling a rabbit hole just to be tossed in another
A spiral transfer to be pushed ever further
Dont be lost, grab a rail, hold on tight
Eyes wide open, reunite with the fight
Lifes lessons taught through insite
Soaring in with a profound wingspan
Going to and through were all fears stand
Tearing down the structure that rotts the land
Replacing, fighting yourself is a good start
Mentally embracing mind, soul, body and heart
An adventure into a minds eye
Glancing sternly back to remember to not comply
Someone, something that once was
Darkening, struggling to become....

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