She drained the life right out of me I wanted her so bad call it curiosity With eyes so dark and a face so cold She will not speak a word I think she's on hold
She says a few words to me once in awhile She hardly blinks much not even a smile She turns her back to me then drinks from a vile She then tastes my blood that is her style
Now that she knows that i'm under her spell When I look into her eyes it's like a bottemless well I feel like i'm floating when we began to kiss Her black hair and eyes I can't resist
No other girl could ever compare Her eyes lock in on me I know that stare Slowly I began to feel my cloths start to tear I think really likes me extremly rare
Now the time has come to pass I feel her teeth sink in like liquid glass Oh! this could be better than any man's dream I look up to my death and I hear myself scream!!
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
just writting about a fantasy that was rolling around in my head,yeah..a poets head is a living wonder,take it for what it's worth!