The smell of your blood is fresh, it is on my hands.
I lick them hesitantly, and sweet sensasion washes through my head.
You lie on the gorund bleeding, but i am paralized by my own hunger. My mind splinters and i lose my sight. When i can see again all is we'll your in my arms telling me of your love...
Was it all a dream...?
...Or am i dreaming now?
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Dragons poetry
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