le petit mort de la vampire

  1. the winding melody in the air gave birth to writhing passions
    amourous discontent
    a pressing urge for flesh and fantasy
    my lips quivered
    my nostrils flooded with it's sweet fragrance
    beneath my skin, my blood still running cold
    now swept with fury and lust
    the rhythmic pulsation of the crowd
    their mortality
    their frailty
    i stood in the shadows
    my gahstly face obscured by forgiving darkness
    i watched them
    how they danced
    the bitter tang of sweat began to ooze into the night
    and then i saw her
    glorious and apple cheeked
    her auburn hair swept across one shoulder
    revealing her delicate neck
    she came closer
    a metallic tang filled my mouth
    as i reached out i could hear her heartbeat
    fast and wild
    her eyes flashed
    she screamed
    then there was silence
    the world began to turn more slowly
    each mouthfull of her blood i drank with divine pleasure
    her body became limp and her pulse slowed
    she lay there on the floor
    she moaned and writhed
    her eyes rolled back in bliss
    my cool hands grazed her thigh and she opened to me
    i felt myself warmed by her intimate embrace
    as my body swayed she grew louder
    the white of my teeth now stained blood red
    penetrated her once more
    then all was still
    with one final passing moan
    she was gone
    her blood still lingered on my toungue.

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