• Lust

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    I am a filthy bloodsucker as my husband would say to me sometimes and I do love to hurt him for it....


    Laying my hands
    at the nape of your neck,
    my eyes search
    for that perfect spot

    You wait for me to bite,
    I tease you with my teeth,
    I lunge at you

    Biting down hard,
    Your bones being to crack,
    Drawing out your blood

    Filling my mouth
    with that sweet metallic taste
    coursing through your body,
    into mine

    Your soul
    begins to fade,
    Your mine

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    iLuvPoetryJACOB commented on Feed


    disturbing, but amazing......*shivers* lol im sensitive to this stuff, but i love reading it..... thanks for sharing. good write.

    wolfinlove commented on Feed


    Very well written my sweet. You ARE a bloodsucker and I am glad that it is my coursing life that you desire to feed on.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    lupainlove’s Poems (12)

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    The Rush of Lust 1
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    Feed 2
    Her 2
    My Bond 2
    Happy Anniversary 1
    My Hunger 1
    A Chance 0
    Realize 1
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