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A desire, a lust, and wanting of power.
Is what makes my screams go loader.
As the man full of viper, takes what he desires.

He is my personal vampire, I am his lonely mistress.
I gasp as he kisses me, leaving me seeking.
Seeking for more, guessing what all he has in store.

He slowly undresses me, clothes falling to the floor,
His cold hands stroke me, and trace me everywhere.
He makes me shiver with excitement, and fear. But the kind, that you want to feel.

He kisses me with such passion, desire, he has the power.
He leaves me breathless, as he lifts me, as if I'm weightless.
He Carrys me off to the bed,where candles are lite.
He lays me down, and says time to play.
You my dear, will be my game.

He tells me what he wants, and I do as he says, not that I would have a choice, in the end.
He reseves what his greed needs, and he is a wonderfull theift.
He looks at his treasure, happily,I believe he is pleased.
But he isn't done with me.

He playfully bites at my breasts, and traces my body with his tongue,
Letting me know, it's only begun.
He slowly kisses my body, leaving behind his poison.
He slips his tongue deep inside me, and enjoys me, as if im. Feast Layed out on a ulter for a king.

He turns me over, and ties me to the bed, legs open and spread, arms grasping the spread,
As he spanks me hard, and I scream out for him.
He smiles at my pleasure and my desire.
He gets behind me, and takes me deeply from behind, taking the prize.
As he is close to his orgasum he leans over her, And sinks his teeth into her skin, and bites down hard, as he comes Inside her, and she screams out in ecstasy, and he let's out a roar,
As he falls, and takes her along.

He holds her through the night, his little prize, his jewel, his little mistress.
His little vampire mistress,
he kisses.