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                 i am dieing to have a taste

                    of your tasty  blood



                      i sneak around late

                   at nights for a quick bite



                  when u are fall fast asleep

                   your neck looks so delious



           as i stand right over u licking my lips

              

         then i exit & disappear back into moonlight



  

                for a cup of your blood is the  



                   finest  wine of all time



                   i cant resist not to miss

                    dieing to sink my fangs



      to pierece into your beautiful fresh new  skin    .

                  

    This poem is all mine , May 9. 2005  4;00 PM    GT   .