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Precise words leave lips, here no tongues slip...
As he guides her hips closer than he's suppose to seducing to provoke her

He looks deep to hypnotise with his bright and sultry eyes

Giving rise to whispers of ill advise, She agrees with rejoice

She thinks she's made a decision but never really had a choice, enchanted by his voice under the spell of his smell the fruits of a delicious type of hell

Soft, hard lips are moist words whip but don't cut as he destroys reprise
" its your juice or my demise"

Seducing when his fingers gently part her thighs

Her eloquent body becomes relaxed

short of breath no strength left unable to resist this caress of death

"why do you want me" she says completely unalarmed

"you have something I need, but I'll do you no harm" his finger tips trace across the contours of her arm

" To me your blood is liquid... Liquid napalm, fire and cream soda... A cocktail of passion supernova... a mocha of blood choca"

"Over your naked body your sauce I want to drizzle"

"Lend me your neck and I'll drink just a little"

"in return for your juices I will caress your very middle."

She sings "you'll catch me when I fall?"

Sincerely he commends "I'll be the missing brick from your wall"

His last words as he leans in whilst she is still conceding not quite conceiving, If the vampire is deceiving she's falling from a high, Its too late to consider
leaving...

His lips press soft
saliva smears across, in her mouth their tongues dance...
she's locked into a trance of blissful ambience as he shifts in his stance she has no vigilance

moving closer to his kill seduction is his skill, he has broken her down devoured all of her will...

Now hands caress her neck as he plays the prospect of playing with the beauty that will become his evening meal

he's suddenly overwhelmed she's become the Achilles of his heel for the moment at least time now stands... still...

His thoughts go against him, question his very nature, his conscience starts to mention projecting thoughts of protection over this object of affection, interception, intervention.

warming his chill that
he is now bound for the first time feelings, he feels,

his conscious stabs deep "what you truly love you can't kill!"

As he thrusts deep inside her...

he does bite deep, the darkness did inward creep, bleak was the setting passion and fangs are his weapon with great speed his teeth sweep

Deep his fangs sink smeared in red ink his jaws clamp down she weeps, but doesn't blink so tightly they become linked embraced in caress naked no less, his hand cupping her breast the other around her throat but not to tight to force or choke

She gives him what he wants so intense from moments spent, from when he first met her they both feel the coming release of immense pressure, leisure without measure the scream from her lips was not pain, but pure lust releasing the sound collated of pure pleasure.

©EDWARD GEE HUMPHREY