It was the first night of many to come
Yet it was not the first time
She had been alone for so long
And didn't know how to draw the line
His voice was soft
His eyes, piercing
She couldn't look away
He held his hand out to her
And there was no resisting
His words, penetrating
His lips like poison
She shouldn't let it happen
But this sin is too good
She couldn't pass it up
He pulled her in gently
Striking away her fears
Consuming the life
Swallowing the innocence
Tearing her from thy soul
There was nothing for her to do
As she held her last breath
Waiting for the moment to come
A coldness drifted over her
But Death never came
His fingers danced on her skin
Sending chills down her already cold flesh
The sweet scent of their sin
Drifting into the night
A bond of which no one has ever known
Was fulfilled tonight when his fangs touched her flesh
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Natira's Passionate Marks
A little something that will contain poetry I've written and my personal thoughts on what is going on in my life.
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