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Peekaboo, I see You!
Morsel to My heightened Senses;
My Head tilts to the Left and to the Right;
Entraced by the circulation of the Blood within Your Arteries;
Heartbeat calling out to Me to Feed;
Body succulent but Overlooked;
It is What is Inside that Counts;
I Follow Her mesmerized by the Rhthym;
Vermin to the Piper;
Instrumental to My Survival;
Dead as I Am;
Dead as She shall Be;
Footsteps unheard behind Her Heels;
Wraith to Her Perception;
Speed of My Essence;
Echoes on the Walls of Her Chest;
Calling Out to the Chasm of My Belly;
I Count the Beats per Minute;
The Numbers a Frenzy in My Calculating Mind;
She knows Not My Precense;
Her Dress upon the Sidewalk;
Perfect Curves the Corpse to See;
Nipples like the Daggers in Her Carotid;
Two well placed to Puncture Outward as I do Inward;
Blood racing down My Throat from Hers;
Trickles licked from Her Limpness;
Waste Not Want Not;
Her Monthly cleansing erotic to My Thirst,
What Humans ignore I Relish;
Torn Panties to dab the Corners of My Mouth;
Hunger satiated until the Next Moon;
Fathers let Not Your Daughters Out;
Your Wives will Suffice;
Bleached Flesh found by Perverted Souls;
Let Them Feed how They Choose;
For I Care Not;
But, for the Next Nights Prey;
Let Them Follow in My Steed;
Vampires in Their Own Dream of Lust;
Blood thicker than Water;
Still I Quench and Thirst for More;
As do the Predators in My Steed;
Let the Dawn Tan the Carcass of This Beauty;
I shall Slumber and Dream of She;
Til Next We Meet;
I Count the Seconds;
Let the Ticker sound the Alarm;
Too Late!