BittenA Poem by Tina Kline![]() Bitten and surrendering giving into ecstasy blood trickles blood flows moans of passion death hovers close the Grim Reaper has the beautiful face of a vampire crimson kiss dying breath in the vampire’s embrace life fades with no trace
The moon rides high blood red in the night sky black wings unfurl waiting for the dead to rise up from the grave blood thirsty the black wings envelop guiding into the dark first blood hunt a vampire is made a vampire is born
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6 Reviews Added on December 19, 2010 Last Updated on December 19, 2010 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more.. |


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