Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Change (vampyre poem #9)

sharp teeth pierced the tender skin of his neck,
causing a pleasurable pain
like he’d never known.
the dark beauty stroked his hair,
lovingly,
as she fed on his blood.
and, just when he thought he’d breathed
his last breath,
the vixen revived him with her ownwarm, sweet, thick elixir of life.

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