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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 2 months ago
YESSSSSSSS
Beauregard
16 years 2 months ago
oh man
DawningDaytripper
16 years 2 months ago
You amaze me more everytime
DawningDaytripper
16 years 2 months ago
Ok this attempt to give your
Beauregard
16 years 2 months ago
your explanations
xena465
16 years 2 months ago
WoW Julie
Kailashana
16 years 2 months ago
The whole beast…
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Jules
Geezer
16 years 2 months ago
Great work...
hobo
16 years 2 months ago
ya baby
DawningDaytripper
16 years 1 month ago
The Hubby says its well
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