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Musing Stanzas

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In life,
the inkwell is full of words,
and overflowing.
Until six foot deep.
With hissing of the vampire.
Musing stanzas and verses. 

Spiritually my lyrical,
sits upon my shoulders.
Poetic words. 

Spreading her dark wings.
Extending talons.
of ebony fowl.
She caws. 
Hollow steps heard.

The shadow
of the marble stone. 
For eternal rest. 
Lays upon the earth,
awaiting the fallen dusk.

Her lips of ever amber.
Sensually awakens me.
Raising my erotic soul,
and swollen cock.
Hungrily entwined.

Bringing footsteps,
to the mausoleum.
Ever quietly whispering.
Caressing coffined bones,
and closing the steel doors.
I cum. 

She soaring, 
on midnight breeze.
Bringing me a maiden,
to feed my sleep.
Before the next dawn,
I lay down to rest. 

If I should sigh,
before I sleep.
I pray the vampire,
my poetic toil to keep. 
Musing stanzas and verses.
Darken curses.
I'm parched.

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