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Chance encounter
She couldn't know that she would meet her doom
That night she swayed into the pub
A scullery maid from Whitechapel
For her there would be no more floors to scrub
No more occasional aquaintences
For a couple extra francs
No more gossip with the cook
No more walks along the banks
No more meetings with the sun
No more affairs with the moon
With this one chance encounter
Death will meet her soon
He was charming and engaging
His eyes a mesmerizing chasm
And when his teeth grazed her skin
She gave a pleasurable little spasm
He spoke to her soft words
Never spoken to her before
She thought she could fall in love
With this dark stranger who spoke to her core
He kissed her lips,carressed her skin, and arched her lovely neck
His touch turned rough, she turned to refuse,"please,"he said,"just a peck."
She turned and hesitantly relented
That's when his fangs extended
And all her hopes and dreams were ended.
Comments
poewriter58
18 years 3 months ago
very well done
LadyTheresa
56 years 4 months ago
Chance Encounter
Calliope
18 years 3 months ago
Question.
barbsdad2003
18 years 2 months ago
Just a thought:
Calliope
18 years 2 months ago
Thanx Chuck,
IKnowNoBox
18 years 2 months ago
Ahh you Scared-ed my Lacy