My sickness was my turn on.
As if being turned on was my sickness.
Dear! How I loathed the smell of garlic.
Each garlicky breath choked me.
For it MADE me weaker,
Away from making you mine.
Repelling you is not my objective.
You are still FAR from me,
Even though you are close.
Tonight I will make you mine.
Tonight is YET to come but I know,
I shall quiver when you penetrate and
Let me scream for it shall be the
Last night the world shall witness
Love between a man and a vampire
Only TILL I remove the curtains and my
Veil under which there is mad love,
Estrogen pumped, forever-young love.
Come on let me make you mine with
Only a single LOVE bite.
Mind my words, we will never grow old.
Everytime we make love will be better for sure.
COME!!
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