Poem written by Demonic on Wednesday 11, May 2016

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The loving bites turn to draw blood, and when you resist it makes me excited. The blood trickles down your shirt, like the finest red wine, And it is all mine. I don't like to share, especially something as tasty as yourself. I engulf you in my greed, You belong only to me. Pull back from me a touch more. Allow my fingers to dig into the flesh on your wrists. A little macabre never hurt you before. Oh please, continue to resist.

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    Oh my! Wonderfully dark. Superb imagery!