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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
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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.

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About the Creator

Natasha Collazo

Werewolf Writer

I get inspired at the mid of night

Stock market by day, Writer by night.

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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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