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Dracula Moon
my love
I'm Dracula moon
a trembling hunger
come to fill the empty
space in my throat
with a small bite
that nips and shudders
putto rose
like a fly buzzing in the blood
a thirsty shadow
of eager tongues
for succulent
brooding areolas
I'm crepuscular music
each note a puncture
of the miraculous
to hollow you out
with obsessions
of tossing vampiric
blade blossoms
that spin like prayer wheels
of honey and blood
in the ancient temples
of Katmandu
I'm Dracula moon
a trembling hunger
come to fill the empty
space in my throat
with a small bite
that nips and shudders
putto rose
like a fly buzzing in the blood
a thirsty shadow
of eager tongues
for succulent
brooding areolas
I'm crepuscular music
each note a puncture
of the miraculous
to hollow you out
with obsessions
of tossing vampiric
blade blossoms
that spin like prayer wheels
of honey and blood
in the ancient temples
of Katmandu
Published 20th Oct 2021
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21st Oct 2021 11:59pm
I’ll be honest, I clicked on this one because I liked the title. I generally prefer implicit to explicit erotica, and this is nicely suggestive. Dracula is a very erotic story, at its heart. The wyrd sisters who bring poor Harker to a state of trembling anticipation, the bat himself creeping into maidens’ rooms at night...
22nd Oct 2021 8:45am
Yes, I'm sure my explicitness keeps a lot of people away...so be it! Perhaps something about growing up in NYC and liking Henry Miller and the beat poets.
