vamping
Dark-eyed princess
in my bed
our senses are afire
Lightning flashes
through my head
Tasting her desire
Below her ear
I kiss the pulse
Passion
building stronger
Playful nibbles
on her neck
Fangs are growing
longer
Beneath her skin
the hot love flows
To boil
against her skin
She tilts herself
against my bite
And begs me
to begin
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