Upon the experiment
the grass is never greener
and my bite marks have faded
I need new ones
I need a new
graveyard
flesh canvas
paint me in crimson reverie
don't touch me, unless you mean to
break me- in one way or another
I want
your body
but you taste like no.
I never take it for an answer,
but you should
take me for a ride.
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You heard me.
From The Vault To Your Eye Sockets
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It's been too long since I read your work.
I especially love:
"I need a new
graveyard
flesh canvas"
Brilliant, as always.
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a vampire style tale
it sounds like, or at least reminds me of
very well penned
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refreshing work, really creative, and quite bold. Which impresses me the most.
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i read it again just to make sure i liked it as much as i thought i did.
i heard you.
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Checked this out what half a dozen times, and always get kicked where it counts. Love the edge and the erotic stab! Geo
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O.O
Dirrrrrty.
Very dirty. So Yeah. -backs away slowly- hehe.
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