Come, caress me, lips of carmine red.
True red, deep red, colour of blood.
Lips of passion, lips of dread,
Plush petals seeking food.
As we join, yet part,
Consume my all.
Take, now, this
Offered
Throat.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (5)
Cool poem - that’s one way to part ways with humanity! Terrific job Raymond. 😊👍
Oh, a vampire poem to a tee.
Oooo, this was so bloody and vampiristic! Loved it so much!
Vampire dinner, lovely.
Hauntingly Viviid and seductive! 👏👏