some enchanted evening......
when the moon is low and my bloods thick and slow
an unGodly heat will draw me from sleep
and I’ll drink deep, drink deep....
from that long and lovely neck
where the pulse keeps time with the rhythms of the dark earth.....
but in the mean time,
my dear,
the suns too near,
so with sorrow it'll be on the morrow
that we'll each borrow
a stolen moment of lifes lost fire.
FalCon
bare your neck...
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captures the vampire spirit, describes the sensation of desire just out of reach
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