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Post by darkness0within on Apr 23, 2024 6:23:22 GMT -6
Christina.
Your beauty never could be equaled, Or your appetite for human life, Tall with curls of auburn hair, You kill with daring and with flair.
On crowded streets you ply your trade, Walking brazenly within the night, You haunt the taverns of the town, To men you are a pleasant sight.
Demure in your wicked ways, Of pleasure most inviting, A promise of a sin so old, That is always most exciting.
But all is not what it does seem, For a secret you do hold, Your lust is only transitory, In a thirst that is so cold.
Beguiled by passions charm, Your victims find their laboured breath, A doorway to another world, In which they find their death.
Darkness.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 29, 2024 21:27:59 GMT -6
Dark and luscious. Lovely read.
Thanks for sharing, Darkness.
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