Beautiful they are my dear, how the crimson perseveres.
Thru the night, they create the fear.
Looking for the feed, ov theirs.
With their Luv, so true.
Maybe our next bite, will be for you.
Tastefully, I feel the essence come thru.
For I am, the vampire for you.
Think I would take my chances with a sexy vampire
I was going to ask, just that thing.
If vampires, would be your fling.
Commandeering and demanding, everything.
Beautiful works, that you do bring.
Thank you sir
Think I would take my chances with a sexy vampire
swordsman
CRIMSON THRONE
Unto my throne, you I shall receive.
Taste deceive, the crimson to hone.
Visions are prone, with sweet I conceive.
So tantalizing, it brings you to your knees.
Willing you do, for me you wish to appease.
No surrender,I give myself
FANGS OV SEED
As a creature, ov the night.
My eyes are, compelling reads.
Charismatic, is my bite.
Fangs glistening, to the bleed.
Nocturnal am I, crimson is my sign.
Never falling behind, closing into die.
Visions from my heart, wont pass you by.
Your essence, will never die.
Welcoming, you as my seed.
Luving breeds, traveling thru time.
Love your poems
Ahhh the lives of the exotic vampires
