Dracula, A poem By : Lexi Ree-ves
Dracula
Honed fangs behind
sweet lips.
Lips made to caress my
skin as they travel along
my throat.
So gentle he is,
For a monster
His tongue against my
jugular;
Heartbeats quicken.
Shallow breathing
as his dark eyes
bore into mine.
“Take me,” I plea, “make me into you.”
You are mine…
His voice is thick,
laced with seduction
but also some sort of
tenderness.
His movements
careful
slow
calculated.
He plants a
kiss on my neck,
fangs barely brushing.
And I do not destroy that which is mine.
Nigel Borrington 
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August 20, 2015 at 5:14 pm
Always look forward to your blogs. The photography is so sombre and atmospheric heightened by the poem
August 20, 2015 at 9:46 pm
Hello Diana 🙂 🙂
Thank you 🙂 I am very pleased that you enjoy the posts 🙂 🙂
August 24, 2015 at 4:40 pm
Eep!
August 22, 2015 at 1:05 am
Hello Elen 🙂
Lots of Eep’s !!! 🙂
August 24, 2015 at 4:41 pm