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After the ritual carving my teeth plunge into pink flesh so vibrant I can feel the pulse against my tongue Inhaling the musk of the grove I savor this sacrifice sucking, squeezing, slurping juices bathe my throat like a lover spent in ecstasy And when my vampire’s work is done the seed takes flight to the warm winds of an unknown fate Deliciously sated, I ponder the cruel delight of Nature’s torrid romance in which to spawn means to be devoured and I wonder if I am anywhere near as tasty to the teasing fangs of Time. Like
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 06:38:02 +0000

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