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Dracula

Your hands drip fire
when they touch my skin.
Your eyes are ice
that hide a shadow within.
My head jerks up
when I hear your name.
Your lips are a soothing mist
to a burning flame.
Your eyes meet mine,
and I feel unsteady.
I hope when I fall
you will be ready.
Your voice is an angels
with a demons tongue.
You kiss me softly,
then pick up and run.
Written by itsnoteasytobeme (whispering worlds)
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