VampireA Poem by poemgirl
My blood is deep red,I like to
look at it,pour it in a champagne glass and sit in a dark room, night time is feeding time, lurking around in the background like a predator and you are my prey,the sent of your blood is overwhelming,you cry and plead but that makes it more exciting for me,when you pass out I get bored and leave for I follow the sent of blood no matter where I am
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Added on November 18, 2015 Last Updated on November 19, 2015 |

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