Where Was The Challenge?A Poem by Tina KlineVampire. For the Creative Poetry Group. Words used are underlined.Two pale hands holding the wire
by the handles he cried out once then gasped as he was strangled his struggles were useless the garrote was final his shudders were a pleasure for his killer her cleavage rose and fell in her excitement she carried his dead body away placing it gently on the bed cushions there she waited watching him in death eagerly awaiting his awakening hours came and went yet he remained still her amorous feelings started to fade she grew worried wondering what she did wrong her frustrating cries started to vibrate echoing back and forth about the room after awhile she stood up in irritation Useless man, she muttered as she left the room entering the night she went in search of another her bite and blood didn't always result in a successful turning the vampiress would try again certain she'd be successful doing this she didn't enjoy in a terrible way human males were after all copious in number where was the challenge? © 2012 Tina KlineReviews
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6 Reviews Added on April 13, 2012 Last Updated on April 13, 2012 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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