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Draculas bite

Smoother than wine, and neater than whisky

By Natasha CollazoPublished 4 months ago Updated 4 months ago 1 min read
Draculas bite
Photo by Alexandre Boucey on Unsplash

sometimes pertruding , sometimes pouring

either way, it falls the same.

Thick and oily, my windpipes roaring,

even the color, a deep rich, silky satin.

With even the slightest puncture, glides past flesh and bone, in elegant fashion.

Her fear could never reach comprehend, as I pull back her hair in my hand,

tasting with passion.

My beloved, a feast, that is a table set for only one, this ferocious beast.

This feeling has me something frisky, darling, you’re sweeter than wine,

And neater than whiskey.

love poems

About the Creator

Natasha Collazo

Werewolf Writer

I get inspired at the mid of night

Stock market by day, Writer by night.

Inquiries: [email protected]

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago

    Gosh this made me blush! Red is my favourite colour and I love blood, so yeah, lol! This was a feast for the beast in me. Hahaha. Loved your poem!

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