Please, my love,
Let me be your toy,
Your living body,
Your mortal life.
Let me feed you in the night,
Be my child,
And I'll be your mother.
It's okay to give in.
My little sanguinarian,
My pain is our pleasure...
And we can enjoy it
Together.
Our sadistic masochistic love
Is all that I want.
It's all I beg for,
And more than I could ever need.
It only takes two holes,
And you can put them anywhere;
Just drink but don't kill me,
Or you wouldn't have a pretty toy.
Please, my love,
Let me be your toy,
Your living body,
Your mortal life.
Author notes
Haven't you every wanted something like this? To be in touch with real vampires, would be the absolute best. I really don't know how else to put what I feel into other words except in the free style above. It's hard to believe that if they're real, then they won't show themselves. I hope to meet a real one someday.
A contest entry
- Looking for Swans. [A Vampire Contest] by LoneFairrie.
1200 points, ended August 6, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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They are real, I actually am a vampire, unlike alot of people who just say they are. And I love it. I actual think it does a grave justice to what it means to be a swan. I know an Amber Swan that would be proud of that.
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