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His delicious words spilled out upon the page
Like sensual kisses so perfectly placed
She drank them in like drops of sin
And like green ivy vines, those words intertwined
The seducer and the seduced
The dance went on late into the night
As she hung on his every sweet word
Failing to notice his predator’s stare
Or the small drops of blood on his vest
She couldn’t resist giving in to desire
Till his teeth sunk deep into her flesh
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GentleKindness 
Brrrrrrrrr…scary…very well written š
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Too true…that is exactly how it happens. They find that one weak spot, and move in to feed…
Great post.
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Exactly. So well written!
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