Searching for peace,
running wild in the wind of blood,
with a need for the virgins glory,
see how you drown in life’s flood.
Picture perfect in your design,
complicated but so very refined,
in the choices that you make,
in the cause, where you have dined.
Slick in your ways,
she melts into your mouth,
Part one for contest entry for ten line limit
as you lick and suckle ,
before you head on south.
Squeals of pleasure,
they vibrate on your ears,
as you get so lost in her,
and those pretty little tears.
A little bite in the neck,
and you shall be my slave,
A toy for my nights,
something I presently crave.
Author notes
8. Vampires yearn for zen.
A contest entry
- PIF Fun TIme by Riftkin.
625 points, ended September 1, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is great, thank you for entering my contest.
Many more poems are left in your quill I hope.
Riftkin
Long but beautiful.
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Yes there is a lot of lead in my pencil.
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a brilliant poem I love the imagery and emotion I realy enjoyed stanzas one,three,five,and six good luck in the contest
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just a side note
as I do not know
whom you are
rules say only 10 lines
those are 10 written lines.
You still have time to correct this
(and hopefully save the longer one)
Riftkin
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