No longer mourn for me, when I am dead.
Find another brave man to warm your bed.
Your lustful thirst for love, has gone unquenched.
You had me sweating in bed, till I was drenched.
You’re a vampire for love, sucking all men dry
for this lust to be sated how many men must die?
I thought I had it in me, I thought that I could last
but we met beyond my prime, I was living in the past.
No longer mourn for me, when I am dead
for I’ll be haunting your next victim, away from your bed!
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Yep, can definately see where you are coming from here.LOL. Still smiling..Thanks for your entry..
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LOL Thank you for the morning time laugh. I had fun reading this. Thank you for taking time to enter my contest.
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That's how Hugh Hefner will go, I'm sure.
The beauty of this piece is that someone could actually take it seriously if he/she wasn't careful. An apt warning for all nympho-golddiggers! Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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Very funny! "No longer mourn for me, when I am dead for I'll be haunting your next victim, away from your bed!" hillarious! Thanks for the read and for entering!
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Evil one! Me like!
Seriously, you're spamming me! I like that
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This reminds me of Annie Palmer.
You should look her up.
Well done!!!
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Well, you've gone and put a vampire into Willie Shakespeare's sonnet. Well done, indeed. I applaud a touch of humour. The rhyme between unquenched and drenched is an absolute cracker. Thanks for entering.
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Wow... this had a very silly flow to it, yet at the same time, I'm kinda scared now... haha... splendid write!
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