another bite
she waits for night
another chance for a bite
all she wants is the taste on her tounge
as the warm crimson fluid runs
black velvet drapes
walls to match
the chicks got it all
even the combat boots
she waits on him slowly
patience her only virtue
she itches to pounce
and wants whats hers
heres the moment she's been waiting for
alone at last he has no clue
this is his final mistake
on her regards
teeth meet flesh
a single scream pierces the night
the fangs sink in
as she slowly deepens the bite
so much for that
until tommorrow night
another victim
another bite
by
emogothjenposted on 04/25/2008
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