I hear the bell as it chimes to twelve
I feel the lust as he starts to touch.....
I want his blood to be mine
The art of bloodletting is Divine.....
drifting through the cemetery
holding hands as we walk amongst the graves
He lifts me on top of a tombstone gently caressing my thigh
as he enters my womanhood......
He bites me neck till it starts to bleed
thrusting in me his eternal needs.....
The moonlight shines down on my bloody flesh
my breasts exposed to his fangs.....
My desire runs deeper when he cuts his chest
the blood it flows out so deep......
My body tingles with pleasure as I drink his red crimson wine
my mind races with thoughts as my addiction grows more.....
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