Emotional Vampire
By Chantaclair
Emotional VampireSuave is his middle nameAllure is his velvet cloakWhispers to the core of meis what he quietly spoke.Subtle teeth disguised by kisses fell upon thirsty lipsof unfulfillment and thendrinks instead of sips.Arms are not long enoughto push firmly away,the siren of purple proseand the connection he'll betray.His voice liquidity caresseswhile his hunger takesaway the delicate morselsof once-guarded heartaches.Slowly he chews,painstakingly he feastshardly a notice takes the victim of his beasts.One day she'll awakenfrom the hope-numbed state of blissto abandonment and empty arms,shuddering he'll devastate with a kiss. Guard let downsweet allure, brittle, brown,New blood soughtin the abundant field abound.Passion and painfear and trustLaughter, even lovein turn each thrust,Into his awaiting coiffeurlain with linen, upon table offered, spread for the impassioned glutton.Morsels of hopedipped in the gravy of sense.Coated with succulent spiceof feeling precious, adored.When his satisfying meal is throughthe plate holds no more alluresthe emotional vampire moves onto the next feast, will it be yours? You'll hear his soft sweet murmursyou'll hunger for his touchGuard your heart I warn youfor nothing survives his lust.---<--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed '01http://Chantaclair.com Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 01:21 AM PST 0 • 1 • 10
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"Emotional VampireSuave is his middle nameAllure is his velvet cloakWhispers to the core of meis what he quietly spoke.Subtle teeth disguised by kisses fell upon thirsty lipsof unfulfillment and thendrinks instead of sips.Arms are not long enoughto push firmly away,the siren of purple proseand the connection he'll betray.His voice liquidity caresseswhile his hunger takesaway the delicate morselsof once-guarded heartaches.Slowly he chews,painstakingly he feastshardly a notice takes the victim of his beasts.One day she'll awakenfrom the hope-numbed state of blissto abandonment and empty arms,shuddering he'll devastate with a kiss. Guard let downsweet allure, brittle, brown,New blood soughtin the abundant field abound.Passion and painfear and trustLaughter, even lovein turn each thrust,Into his awaiting coiffeurlain with linen, upon table offered, spread for the impassioned glutton.Morsels of hopedipped in the gravy of sense.Coated with succulent spiceof feeling precious, adored.When his satisfying meal is throughthe plate holds no more alluresthe emotional vampire moves onto the next feast, will it be yours? You'll hear his soft sweet murmursyou'll hunger for his touchGuard your heart I warn youfor nothing survives his lust.---<--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed '01http://Chantaclair.com..."