Cigarette lips with burning red cherry kisses, you were a vision of Nosferatu, my dear sweet nightmare
The scent of your hunger floating on my skin, before you sank your teeth in, smelled of garlic mixed with decay
Rivulets of crimson felt warm and lovely, dripping down my virgin neck, from your elegant mouth
Death tasted sweeter than any candy I've ever had, as you cut your porcelain wrist, and poured your evil into me
The sound of my dying screams woke me from my slumber before you called, my goddess, to join in your endless thirst
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The Invisible Writer
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Writer of bad poetry
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Comments (12)
great
Tis the season will and what a fabulously gruesome entry this is for the sensational challenge!!
Phew, is it getting hot in here? Or am I getting cold? That image is perfect for your scintillating, horrifying and erotic words. Well done, sir! Very well done!
Wow! I call top story!
Ah, getting seasonal are we!?
That was dark, and really well done.
Beautiful terror
“endless thirst” is a very apt ending to your hauntingly descriptive poem. Well done!
Wow, I hope this get Top Story. The title got my attention and the read was appetizing to any dark poetry lover. Excellent work !!!!!
Some great words and a nice take on the challenge
"as you cut your porcelain wrist, and poured your evil into me" I especially loved that line! This was such a delicious poem and I immensely enjoyed it!
Horrific and erotic! Perfect tone for a vampiric poem.