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Darmouth Green

Tags: love, vampire
It's not as if, 
wanting to steal your beauty.
I need more then that.
Yearning to caress your soul,
into infinity.
My Lady of the trellis,
and Dartmouth green ivy. 

Soon to rise.
My maiden virgin.
Nibbles on your neck
and libations.
Inebriated on lust. 
I romance you.

Upon dark I pine for you.
Hungering for sweet juices 
from your bare cunt. 
I throb an aria of precum.

Full moon's lantern,
emoting silent shadows. 
Harps in the distance with
coven choir moaning psalms. 
On midnight carousel. 

My lips cruising to your breasts.
Your hips rising.
Accepting your immortality.
Sighing for me.

Nipples like garnet,
set on your chest.
Soon to be stone cold.
I suckle.
Cupping with talon fingers.

Crooning in vampire tongue.
I drool. 
You riding my cock,
as if Pegasus.
Screaming fidelity
into the night.
My Lady of the trellis,
and Dartmouth green ivy.

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