The VampireA Poem by Diane
A hot thick breeze ruffled his hair
A drop of sweat she could smell through the air She licked her lips lightly and sighed in despair The urge to taste what was already hers To taste his blood would make her serge He smells so good But she must wait Perfect timing is everything He's now alone and walking the streets She stalks his shadow Waiting to leap Anticipation is making her bitter She arcs her back and her fangs appear She rises so swiftly into the air Lands softly behind him no normal ear could hear She so excited for what she's about to score She went in for a taste But to her surprise He turned so fast And there she lies Her body a mess And all blood ran dry He stands up tall and wipes his mouth Smiles down at his pray That he purposely led out
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13 Reviews Added on March 13, 2018 Last Updated on July 28, 2018 AuthorDianeMIAboutMy name is Diane Garner and I live in southeast Michigan with with my husband and two young daughters. I grew up in Gaylord, Michigan, with My mom and brother. I moved to the Detroit area in my late t.. more..Writing
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