Pasty White Vampire WomanA Poem by FlowOne stream of thoughts that just flowed out.... No Reasons, no format.. just a thought in the moment
It was something different about her She drew me in like nature intended it
I felt weakened by her presence She was confident It poured from her veins Like water from a fountain
She made me feel assured Secure in the knowledge That she allowed me To view her knowing that I was lusting Over her flesh
I felt ashamed When her eyes Locked onto mine She touched my soul Stripping me of Mental defenses
I felt nude When she Entered my mind With only a glance She took Controll of me
She approached And I watched Gulping harder And harder Each time she step forward
We stood Face to face Her scent Touched me Giving me feelings Of warmth and care Aroma of Roses In the spring Was her scent
I felt her hair Brushing my shoulder Her eyes Hugged me tight With all her might
I was frozen Bound to the moment Opening my eyes I adored her beauty
Healthy and vibrant Like Ivory She was rare A genuine treasure
I felt her lips Caressing my neck Sensualy my head Leaned to the right Her nose Stroked my throat As my eyes Stayed focused On her ivory breast
So perfect Was the pain It really didn’t hurt I felt it sinking in Burning my flesh But I couldn’t resist Her milky white skin
My vision faded When I realized She was feeding On my blood On my flesh I knew She was supernatural
My heart pounded My body tensed But her presence Gave me the strength To bare her sweet bitting kiss
She was my Pasty White Vampire And I was her prey
In that very moment I was alive even though I was dead
© 2008 FlowFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on April 16, 2008 Last Updated on April 16, 2008 AuthorFlowMemphis, TNAboutThe quiet submissive who adores to worship woman through lifestyle, poetry and stories. I have been writing for many years. At first I wrote alot of political poetry exploring my understanding of go.. more..Writing
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