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Wuthering Ghosts Of Aberdeen

Tags: erotic, dark
Majestic trees.
Tall spirits they stand.
Whispering unknown melodies,
as the boughs transcend.

Like moaning cellos
sighing for cunt.
Long forgotten.
dead monks rising. 

Wuthering ghosts of Aberdeen.
Slithering moss,
like wet skin.
Frost on my talons.

Hungrily I thirst,
for juices of damsels.
My quest.
Hearing the darkness, 
howling obsidian.
Communicating with me.
Listening to the silence.
Talking to long-past friars.
Majestic trees.

My cold heart thumping.
I vampire.
Adagio Sabadicus.
Bringing you the forever. 

Breathing midnight lust.
My cock tall and stout.
Leaves caressing my naked flesh.
I take flight.

Accompanied by Fata Morgana.
My muse and lover. 
Circling sensual branches,
beneath the shadows.
Immortals leaving covens
for sojourns till morn.

Seeking eternal desires,
with maidens swooning.
Serving mass at midnight.
Whispering unknown melodies,
as the boughs transcend.

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