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The Night Prince

The night creeps in
Sun's last rays are lying down to sleep
Rising he stretches, life creeps back in
Cleaning up and getting ready for the night

The music of the clubs pound the night air
The crowds fill the streets
Llke a living vein flowing, the sweet nectar
Spying the young girls their smell intoxicating

Making his way to the aged home
The old living, breathing their last days
Mary sat playing the piano a tune from a long ago
Listening to their stories, life shone in their eyes

The smile of his Mary a memory long gone
He made her heart beat faster
Remembering her youth her first love
Her cunt wet with a desire for her first love
Looking into her eyes stirring her lusts
Sinking his teeth in as she let out a moan of pleasure
A death came with a last cum of life

Heading out into the night
Alive again, a gift passed on
Passing on into death's arms
A smile crosses his face as he heads towards the city
As he heads towards a passion, a lust lived thru the centuries
Written by Stanhoven
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