Bit My Neck
Prancing as the raindrops, I strode the parapet up high.|
Looking down I saw her there, my thoughts turned slightly wry.
Silhouetted in the moons' light, swoop quickly to her side.
She cast a glance to catch my eyes, they said to me abide.
Her own then looked right past me, to see from whence I came.
In the shinny misty moon shower her curiosity was inflamed.
She questioned of my nature and queried what I thought.
I said I was but just a man and as to thoughts think naught.
We were painting stars in the sky, traveled deeper in night.
We stopped to listen closely hear the laughter of a sprite.
Then the whisper of a siren and the cool breeze of a ghost.
Realized she did then quickly, grasp my arm state a riposte.
I laughed most reassuredly, stroked her hair with tender hand.
Said worry not my lovely lass, 'tis your horizons we'll expand.
Tossed her hair and set a grin mumbled what should I expect.
As I drew her close, hands about her waist, she reached and bit my neck.
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