Misconception of Bloodlust

by Four Letter Lie   Jul 1, 2009


The illict content of his mind spills though his eyes,
His innocent eyes.
She take advantage of his oblivious lust,
Sneaks him out the back.

As his mind opens to the opportunities,
She slides her icy hand around his waist.
A shiver goes down his spine.

A flash of fangs,
Blood freshly flowing fresh.
Then his world goes black.

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