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Craving Lips

Poetry By: MssJenn

I'm a vampire. Don't you crave my lips?

Submitted:May 19, 2009    Reads: 167    Comments: 10    Likes: 5   

I'll take you in my arms

But I won't give you life

Gently within the darkness of night

I'll put my arms around you

Tight, yet not too tight

My lips upon your skin

Oh how I crave this

Your death would be a celebration

Won't you want it to come from me?

Don't doubt this

My embrace will be with love and need

Don't you crave my hands upon your body?

Don't you crave my lips upon your skin?

I'll show you a joyful death

A pleasure without measure

Is death such a high price?

When is done by the softness of a woman's lips?

Don't crave the death from me?

No wrinkles upon your skin will come

Mortal long life is not delightful

Is painful


And death always is due to come

Don't you want to feel my touch?

My skin brushing yours

My lips hugging your neck

Don't you crave a death from me?

I do

I crave your skin

I want your lips

Your blood is calling me

Won't it be better a dead under my lips?

Than by the slowly past of mortal time

By the birth of wrinkles on your soft skin

Just say yes

Don't say please

I'll give you joy

Death would not mean misery


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