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Scattered rose petals on silky sheets
Your fingers dancing tortuously over my skin
Sensuous droplets of sweat
beaded on our bodies like honey
My teeth graze your wrist
The temptation to draw blood palpable
The air perfumed with our desire
Wanting and needing combined
My victim as my lover
My vulnerability becomes your strength
You push me to the edge
With a seductive smile on your face
You enjoy the torture as well as I
My fangs throb, my heart beats erratically
I give in, sink into you
and feast on your salty-sweet blood
You find pleasure in the feeding
as our bodies move together
Surrendering to the urges
The moonlight screams

Rhiannon
November 14, 2001

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