Drakhule

She takes a sip, bestill a sigh,
Dark sweet scent waft past closed eyes,
Back arched neck and parted lips,
Windswept locks pry at hands reach,

Feel the rhythm, it quivers so,
Pulsing so heavy with urgent hope,
To fill the need; the burning oh,
Of endless lust, of ceaseless thirst,

'Hold back no more, it is now time,
For the cold I feel, I feel it come,
It comes, it comes, for I see his face,
He comes at last to steal away'

Struggle so violent, to be unseen,
Torn to being; by spirit and soul,
Death or death, life or life?
Bring to which, oh agony,

Lips come down,
Lascivious blight,
Feel the drums they gather quick,
Glisten and trickle down to soiled feet,

'Feel the gush, can you hear through the pound?
Can you see tears through only a frown?
What do you see when I let go?
No more, no more, it is all but gone'

Feel the drums they beat no more,
Look into eyes which see gods warmth,

Eternity besought, a grave quiet chill,
Distant churchbells chime and widows wail,
Mourners gather; black crows circle'ing,
As the preacher proclaims life's dreary dignity,
Litany by chorus, hymns by name,
When the wind blows, leaves rustle, the dust settles refrain,

Succubus
Yew Li

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mMmm like everything else I've done... it needs work. ;) But I'll probably never fix it up.

Did I ever mention I like vampires?

Gnite

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