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The Vamp's Ire

by David R Spellman

This night’s chill
melts away as I
trace my tongue
along your sleek,
outstretched neck,
its pulse invitingly
reminds me of the
hunger which waits
yet to be satisfied;
calms my screaming
that you left me
without paying for
your last seduction.
It warms me so
to take it now.


Posted on 04/16/2002
Copyright © 2020 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/09/06 at 01:42 AM

A hoot! I love the title - the poem is short, sweet, sexy, clever, and creepy. It delivers. :)

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