Vampire (poem)


Sometimes I’m good a poetry, sometimes I’m not. I kind of like this one, but I’ll let you be the judge. 🙂

She breathes in his desire

Then calls out his name.

He becomes her sire

There isn’t any pain.

She takes in the poison

That flows through his veins.

She becomes another creature

That walks through the night.

Like moths to a flame

They come to her.

Her face holds beauty

In her eyes you’ll burn.

You have to touch her

In your mind you’ll yearn.

Will you be another creature

That walks through the night?

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