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Mm….Taste Me In The Afterlife

You hear my footsteps, unto your grave, raise      
From your slumber my loyal Lazarus of Kings in the throne of death, my temple praised      
Half mortal from your awaken dreams      
My hypnotic voice to soothe, coax, when penetrating inside my honeyed cream      

My reddish eyes, enticing you at will      
My blood of my moon lavishing swallowing your wet spills      
Sinking deeper inside my bodily thrills      
       
Tie me to the pentagram,  part of me, and drink      
Nymphetamine of the night, an additive a man needs to muse, to think
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 10th Dec 2020
Author's Note
I always told my Haitian grann I would not dabble in her dark religion, but my dark muse has stopped over and who am I not to entertain it…. I am so so sorry grann

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