Quinn-Ann
Vampire
Father and Child
Who is a Child without a Father?
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Post by Quinn-Ann on Oct 17, 2005 18:52:52 GMT 10
Sences moving within me Warming me with blood Sleek white skin under, a bosum so bust Just two marks, left from my teeth, that are now dripping wet with blodd, from my lover I have drank From her skin I have bitten From her soul I ahve seen From her heart I have felt.
Anyone with their own Vampire Love Poems, can you post them here!
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Post by mysteryvampire on May 11, 2010 5:16:13 GMT 10
That's beautiful. Here's another one I found on the web, but it's not mine:
Lurking in the shadows, Night is all around. No one can see me, Lurking in the shadows. Stealthy as a cat, Silent as a bat, Lurking in the shadows. A scent floats by, Rousing my hunger. A movement, A pounce, Out of the shadows, Onto the prey. It's in me, It fills me, It satisfies me. Now to return, Lurking in the shadows.
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