I wait in anticipation in the dark basement for the taste of the blood on your lips
With the bottom edge of your black dress sliding across the floor,
you slowly move towards me
I watch while my hunger grows stronger
As your perfection fills my sight, my fangs begin to grow,
painfully waiting for just a taste
Your legs surround mine like the black wings of a fallen angel
Your white fangs begin to sparkle as we embrace
Together, at last, our mouths sink de
eply into each others white pearly necks
The pain is as pleasant as the sweet taste of your blood.
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