casting spell, binding souls into her vessel.
which makes teeth gnash and gnaw the flesh.
it killeth men a million times.
it's her kiss that stings,
your saving grace, your only redemption from the grave.
her rouge lips speaks of your eternal aches
it lusts for you, your change is bliss.
her fervid skin's athirst for blood,
it's her might, it's her power,
her shadow fills your every dream.
she's your fervent prayer,
she lives in your vein...oh!I envy her.
©jenh2012
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