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Search for Amitra

By Barb Davidson

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Life force depleted, searching for Amitra, He wanders the darkness, a goddess to find, His need for replenishment, Drives him out of his mind. Beauty beholds him, A fair, green eyed maiden, His desires, fiercly burning, His heart becomes unladen. His breath is fetid, From need of her life force, Cold, tired and empty, He knows no remorse Like a vampire, he sucks her, But the life force is not red, She quivers besides him, As he gently lowers his head. Her pleasure, her sighing, Runs hot through his veins, The passion, the cumming, Sensation of pain. As she flows from the Lily, The snake has unwound, Amitra flows gently, His mouth it has found. He leaves her so softly, As gently she sleeps, Thanking her with kisses, Her nectar he keeps.Old one reposted.. Written April 13th, 2002 © on Oct 25 2002 11:06 AM PST    0 • 16

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