I descend to taste the blood of longing men
for their blood is sweet to my lips.
A lonely soul if full of wine
that I never tire to drink of.
I will fill you full of the promise lust brings
my hips swiveling as entranced you will come to me.
A helpless babe cold not be any easier.
I will charm you with my sensual beauty.
Then when you are weak and helpless
I will drink the very life from your soul.




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