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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 2, 2006 20:55:35 GMT -6
His teeth sank to a fragile neck, of her blood to partake her life as His the last breath of mortality Did he take His hands of ancient horror torment, long nails Scars unhealed her eyes opened as singular fear Desire of this ruby elixir inside His body runs hot Letting her soul slowly seep His into eternity Long held keep her body collapses and sinks beneath Like serpents seeking, a medusa to please His soul held captive her heart and mind Where living is not as you and I imagine to find Elixir of the long departed and newly found flesh give them their immortality it is their victims weakness Which becomes His immortal strength for Him , she gladly bleeds her elixir of dark soul red
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 3, 2006 4:07:02 GMT -6
Blimey ... the 'Daughters of Darkness' really like it down here... don't get down too often, too many spiders!
David
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Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2006 23:01:31 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
Righteously dark poeming, S'fir...Got more?
Silly, Father...He so funny...ggglgggl...Hope he doesn't notice the scorpions...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 9, 2006 2:49:57 GMT -6
Thank you both for the wonderful feedback. Glad you enjoyed this one. X Soul
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Jan 9, 2007 12:38:39 GMT -6
I shall Drink to this one for sure! Bloody well done Soul ~ BNM
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 18, 2007 21:43:39 GMT -6
many thanks BNM
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Post by anirbas on Jan 19, 2007 9:02:33 GMT -6
Just gave this one a re-read and yes, like BNM said, it's bloody well done!!!!!!!
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 25, 2007 12:41:15 GMT -6
Only Women bleed.
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 25, 2007 13:06:36 GMT -6
That all depends on who's biting who..
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Post by vixen on Jan 31, 2007 0:19:04 GMT -6
God this was amazing. I really loved this. Vixen
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 31, 2007 0:27:29 GMT -6
her translucent flesh is so alluring and her scent on of grace as I bend too inhale her essence pangs of desire continue to rise higher inside myself, until no longer controlled and it is with slow lingering passion I carefully lick open her soul as the soft tendrils of thigh meet teeth, sinking down harder letting the blood which boils gently, slowly be released and as she starts emitting this most enticing wail I am reminded of what I am aroused by the memories coolness of ease, I seek her heartbeat making the most of swift night too satistify my needs
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