A succulent display of crimson delight, as you walk the halls of the damned,
From the beginning of time there court held true,
Feasting a pawn the mortals, to saturate their lust,
Tis not a sin, to enjoy a warm taped vein,
But pure intoxication, as there life now becomes yours,
Tis just a kiss
That will leave you in states of bliss,
And awakens the inner desires within,
That burn with each passing pulse,
So let us continue in this elaborate dance,
And let our lusts be one with each other,
Till the very lasts drop,
Then you may have your rest,
For time is but a fleeting glimpse of what could have been,
But now you must take your eternal rest!

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