Hmmm. nothing special... just a dream ..
Zitat von insidedistuo am 19 Juni, 2006, 0824 UhrHere is a dream I brought to life.... I am no poet... LOL.. and don't pretend to be...
:P but again I post the things that move me.... and I woke from this in a sweat... lol
so here it is.....
and I have cast a spell on this post , so if you say you don't like it .... you will get a nasty rash on your well, you know.. :roll: j/k .... or am I???? lolAs he glared at her from the window, he could hear her heart beating fast now, sweat drenching her... as her eyes search the darkness in vain for the evil she feels but cannot see....
He normally lingers with his prey...especially one this striking, he could smell
the musty odor between her thighs and on her fingers where she had known exctacy just moments before.
But the hunger has been eating at him for days, and as he pounces from the window, he is on her with a snarl, he feels her bones breaking beneath him like twigs, as she gasps her last breath he pauses for a moment before plunging his fangs deep into her neck, her heart pumping helping the blood pour down his throat... it tastes sweet, forbidden and warm.
He closes his eyes listening to her heart beat slower and slower and then there is silence.and in my dream I was not the victim .... LOL. :twisted:
IO
Here is a dream I brought to life.... I am no poet... LOL.. and don't pretend to be...
:P but again I post the things that move me.... and I woke from this in a sweat... lol
so here it is.....
and I have cast a spell on this post , so if you say you don't like it .... you will get a nasty rash on your well, you know.. :roll: j/k .... or am I???? lol
As he glared at her from the window, he could hear her heart beating fast now, sweat drenching her... as her eyes search the darkness in vain for the evil she feels but cannot see....
He normally lingers with his prey...especially one this striking, he could smell
the musty odor between her thighs and on her fingers where she had known exctacy just moments before.
But the hunger has been eating at him for days, and as he pounces from the window, he is on her with a snarl, he feels her bones breaking beneath him like twigs, as she gasps her last breath he pauses for a moment before plunging his fangs deep into her neck, her heart pumping helping the blood pour down his throat... it tastes sweet, forbidden and warm.
He closes his eyes listening to her heart beat slower and slower and then there is silence.
and in my dream I was not the victim .... LOL. :twisted:
IO
Zitat von navre am 19 Juni, 2006, 1507 UhrOk you said you wanted me to read this..... and that you wondered what my opion was.....
Rule number one is don't ask lest you really want to know?
so in this I ) and yes with out permission (( have taken "artisic freedom " with it to rearange it "ever so slightly" thou I will say it is still your work and will always be so and so I give you this......The passion OF the Hunger
He glared at her from the window,
He could hear her heart beating fast now,
Sweat drenching her...
Her eyes search the darkness
In vain for the evil she feels but cannot see....
He normally lingers with his prey...
One this striking, he could smell
A musty odor between her thighs
she had known exctacy just moments before.
He would over shadow this memory
This hunger has been eating at him for days,
Leaping from the window,
Such suculent prey,
He feels her bones breaking beneath him like twigs
She Struggles for her last breath
He pauses in this moment
Plunging his fangs deep into her neck,
Her heart pumping...
Pouring the life blood down his throat...
The taste is ezquisite
Forbidden
He closes his eyes listening
Her heart clinched
With in his grasp, it soon fades
Then there is silence.
Ok you said you wanted me to read this..... and that you wondered what my opion was.....
Rule number one is don't ask lest you really want to know?
so in this I ) and yes with out permission (( have taken "artisic freedom " with it to rearange it "ever so slightly" thou I will say it is still your work and will always be so and so I give you this......
The passion OF the Hunger
He glared at her from the window,
He could hear her heart beating fast now,
Sweat drenching her...
Her eyes search the darkness
In vain for the evil she feels but cannot see....
He normally lingers with his prey...
One this striking, he could smell
A musty odor between her thighs
she had known exctacy just moments before.
He would over shadow this memory
This hunger has been eating at him for days,
Leaping from the window,
Such suculent prey,
He feels her bones breaking beneath him like twigs
She Struggles for her last breath
He pauses in this moment
Plunging his fangs deep into her neck,
Her heart pumping...
Pouring the life blood down his throat...
The taste is ezquisite
Forbidden
He closes his eyes listening
Her heart clinched
With in his grasp, it soon fades
Then there is silence.
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