In the French Quarter,
our distance get thin.
I smell your perfume,
What I think, my teeth to your skin.
A Bright Sun in the morning,
cafe au lait and you,
I know this could never be and isn't true.
I want to penetrate you with my desire,
Can't resist my burning fire.
What can I do?
I want to hurt you,
and take your virtue.
Holy water is useless,
it only piss me off,
and hardly brings up a cough.
I stare in your eyes,
my teeth penetrate your neck,
like fresh sharpen knives,
cut like 4 aces in a deck.
I tear off your clothes,
you drink my blood,
I enter your tunnel,
you explode.
Now the sex is over,
You look at me,
and shrug your shoulders.
A Vampires Love is ruthless,
we desire blood and sex,
there's no time for that other mess.
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