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Sekhmet, is a blood hungry whore.


Submitted:Dec 17, 2007    Reads: 146    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


From the shores of the Baltic's

and the ill winds of folklore

Stalks a revenant whore

her receipt, the blood of man


While her latest victim breathes

his last pulse of orgasm

Her trained blade

strokes his sleeping neck


Her mouth embraces the wound

muscles blush under candle light

While her craving is seldom breached

a fever of satisfaction grips


Sweat maps her naked form

a calm shadow defines her beauty

Five long painted nails

tease the now broken corpse


His eyes, reflect horror

witness to her destructive nature

Chambers of his dead heart

void of all liquid


Local winds will soon be heavy

as the scent of new blood travels

Her pain to hunger can not be ignored

she must fuel her vampiric thoughts





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