You cradle my taste buds to sleep On smooth sweetness of red silk Yet, it seems to be blood I sip, the seep Of your being and soul I take in deep
The smells allure, so complex and airy My mind doesnt know which to wander over first; Berry, chocolate, cinnamon, cherry Perhaps Ill take in all at once and let my senses carry
I inhale your desires delight I drink your mistakes in understanding Devouring each detail slowly in slight For to remember all I might
In drowsy sway, I close my eyes A safe rush of warmth flows through my veins My breathing assumes a slow fall and rise As all secrets are released in heavy sighs
I look down at the glass now empty Except for a single drop lingering With a saddened smile I drink gently The last remaining of your existing blood
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Kuti, my dear, this is wonderful. Tasty and ending on a slightly dark note - is that a bit of a vampiric aftertaste? ;O) Beautiful work, keep it coming! ~Lady Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Poe, I am glad you enjoyed this piece. As for the vampiric aftertaste, yes, but I didn't think about it until it was mentioned to me by another person who read it (didn't exactly like that element of it, but oh well). :D Thanks for your time to read and reply. Much appreciated as always! :D
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
