Deep
Red
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The deep, red color of the liquid gore
The luscious, savory gush of blood
It flows from his neck
Onto my lips and into my mouth
What a sweet delicious potion
So tranquil in it’s sweep across my brim
So smooth as it flows down my chin
Voluptuous
He begs me to stop
Moaning and crying for help
But none shall come to his useless cries
For he shall be subdued by my will
The will of the bloodthirsty vampyre
Is hard to break
For the vampyre is a creature
Of great endowment and coercion
The blood is almost gone
But the hunger remains
The hunger grows stronger
And stronger with every meal
How can I resist another?
His moaning has turned into a senseless grunt
What a weak and helpless mortal, he was
The perfect victim.
But no more is he a mortal.