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May 23, 2010
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Instincts wild
He showed me the exposed knife
Its serrated edge of simplicity
fear was not what was felt first
a skipping beat of my wild heart
followed by a rush of adrenaline
A flush of color touches my cheek
I see a pulse, his jugular exposed
the call to me is intoxicating
hesitation lies only in the unknown
unable to turn from the demon
such a shade of crimson curiosity
posed by the Inability to deny
a carnal instinct dictating my response
My fangs spring as I leap the distance
and I finish what was started
drinking in the spoils of deviant riches
savaging a would be assailant
Two wrongs won’t make it right
but indulge the inner bloody beast
— DawningDaytripper, May 23, 2010
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Beauregard
16 years ago
YESSSSSSSS
Beauregard
16 years ago
oh man
DawningDaytripper
16 years ago
You amaze me more everytime
DawningDaytripper
16 years ago
Ok this attempt to give your
Beauregard
16 years ago
your explanations
xena465
16 years ago
WoW Julie
Kailashana
16 years ago
The whole beast…
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Jules
Geezer
16 years ago
Great work...
hobo
16 years ago
ya baby
DawningDaytripper
16 years ago
The Hubby says its well