Poetic Musings, Vampiric Tendencies, Where Demons Tread

Dark Desires

How many have you
Awakened with call?

Are we to burst
Through shells

Scrambling over each other
In heated frenzy to reach you

And throw our fealty
At your kissable feet

Fighting and bickering to
See who is most worthy?

Well I will not compete
But observe from afar

Sobbing and writhing
In dreams set on fire

I know my own worth now
You’ve grown your own too

I wish I could reach you
And cast off those fools

But a goddess is more
Than a supplicant vore

Even though my fangs
Want to consume you

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