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Once Bitten
She approaches slowly with moonlight in her eyes
Her hair swirling darkly without the slightest breeze
She parts her lips and I see the gleaming of her teeth
Perfect, pearlescent and sharp as one may please
She sinks them in my throat so lovingly
As I feel its flesh becoming cold and numb
But otherwise this is pure ecstasy
And I begin to cum
She leaves me deeply satisfied
Feeling the joy of night
I will rise, perhaps to feed
Before the horror of morning light.
Her hair swirling darkly without the slightest breeze
She parts her lips and I see the gleaming of her teeth
Perfect, pearlescent and sharp as one may please
She sinks them in my throat so lovingly
As I feel its flesh becoming cold and numb
But otherwise this is pure ecstasy
And I begin to cum
She leaves me deeply satisfied
Feeling the joy of night
I will rise, perhaps to feed
Before the horror of morning light.
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