Exotic LoveA Poem by WordNerdLove isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.
Scarlet eyes whisper through my mortal heart
Creatures coldly burn our bond apart Your soul heavenly grows at night His eerie touch fears the sunlight
Affection dangerously thirsts for temptation Immorality propels with devastation His pale skin softens the morbid whether Death falls as light as an angelic feather
His fangs beautifully rot my veins Your hypnotic voice delicately bites with pain My flesh strangely hungers with desire Tasting the love of a Vampire Awards: Jun 4, 2011Jun 11, 2011 © 2011 WordNerdAuthor's Note
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42 Reviews Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on June 30, 2011 AuthorWordNerdToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI'm a Nerd, who is an avid reader with a peculiar attraction to Literature, specifically, Fantasy, Mystery, Sci-fi, Comics books (Marvel comic books), Manga and Horror. I solely write poetry, how.. more..Writing
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