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Love to give something specific here, but I've been under the radar for some time.  Been a frequenter of VO off and on since around '97 and have always been grateful for its existence.  Love to write prose, and poetry and have been in love with gothic fiction since about the age of 5.  Everything else must be on a 'need to know' basis Eye-wink




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We kiss. Juices mingling, his skin hot against mine. I kiss his cheek, then down to a warm neck. Lips brush velvet skin, tongue tracing a moist line along the pulsing heaven of an artery buried beneath. A hoarse whisper escapes his throat, begging for more. Does he know what he asks? I think not, but who would want to disappoint such a needy, yearning being?....not I...


I pull back, drowning in the heady scent of lust and lifeforce. The draw is too strong though, I cannot fight it, do not want to if truth be told.

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A dark kiss upon my neck
A soul forever young
Whispers forgotten upon the wind
Of past ages being sung
A moonlit night with clouds concealing
The face upon the land
That moves with swift intentions
Into the realm of man


Beshackled by superstitious lore
Hunted by fools and fears
Forever alone in a world of many
To wipe one's own blood-red tears


One day to find one to share
An eternal state of grace
For now lost in the moonlight
Another hidden face


Storm Spirit
March 29, 2002

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Forbidden love
Ever hungering
Constantly yearning
Like an empty spot
In my soul
Your beautiful face
Haunting my sleep
Making me wish
That I could keep
You safe from harm
In my faithful arms


Louis Giuseppi
October 19, 2001

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We are the children of the night,
standing on the threshold of understanding,
at war with the peace that lay broken in our souls.
We are the creatures of the darkness, which wraps itself around this world in perfect solitude, eternal.
We are that which we crave. We are what we fear, loathe, love.
Bound to that which we pledged ourselves to so long ago...
We stare over the edge of madness, wishing so deeply to fall,
to fall away into the blissful forever sleep that beckons us with ruby lips and whispered promises.
Instead we turn away.

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Were anyone to walk by that section of wall, they might have noticed a small curled up figure sitting on the ground. If they were of preternatural learnings. Otherwise she hid rather well in plain view. Not that she exactly cared if anyone saw her, Koreena was rather wrapped up in her own thoughts again.

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