Fair maiden went on her knees and leaned o’er me, with a certain sensuality that doth both thrill and repel.
Her voluptuousness was deliberate, causing mine heart to race, yet also to be filled with unease.
She didst arch her neck and, like an animal, lick her lips, whilst mine own throat felt the tender,
quivering touch of her lips and the hard press of two sharp teeth, barely grazing my flesh and lingering there.
and bit me.
:: 04.02.2023 ::
Oh, how I long to be with thee,
By the sea, where we are free,
To talk and dream and build with glee,
Our castles in the air, you see.
The ocean’s breeze will softly blow,
As we share secrets none shall know,
And watch the waves come and go,
Our hearts a-flutter, all aglow.
The world may spin and time may fly,
But here with thee, I’ll never die,
For in this moment, you and I
Are infinite beneath the sky.
Oh, how I long to be with thee,
By the sea, where we are free,
To talk and dream and build with glee,
Our castles in the air, you see.
:: 04.01.2023 ::
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
I find the beast called teenage bliss in blood
Yeah, the full silver light bulb in the night
allows me to drive without headlights at night
Looking for something that is nice to eat, hm
You better duck when I show up
The bliss and blood
from my soul and broken heart
I’m the night living zombie looking for some head
With a way out body underneath that head, oh
Yeah, I’ll get you baby with a mona lisa smile
‘Cause I’m teenage zombie and bliss and blood
You better run when I show up
The bliss and blood, prrrow
Yeah, the city is a jungle and I’m a beast, haha
Ha, I’m a teenage zombie looking for a feast, ouh
Yeah, I want the most but I’ll take the least
‘Cause I’m a bliss and blood zombie and a teenage beast, yeah
You better run when I show up
The bliss and blood, prrrow
The bliss and blood.
:: 04.01.2023 ::
As the sun departs and the moon ascends,
I sense the beast of teenage bliss, my friend,
The silver orb of night casts eerie light,
And I roam, unseen, in the inky night.
Seeking a morsel that’s delectable,
Beware, for my arrival is formidable,
From the depths of my soul and broken heart,
I am a living corpse seeking a part.
My visage, a ruse, to lure you in,
For I am a teenage zombie, with a grin,
My prey, like Mona Lisa’s smile, beguiled,
As I, with bliss and blood, am thus styled.
Run, run, when I am on the prowl,
My savage heart yearns for a feast, a howl,
The city, a jungle, and I, the beast,
A teenage fiend, obsessed, unleashed.
I crave the most, but accept the least,
A zombie of blood and bliss, at least,
The hunt is on, and you’re my prey,
My fangs, they gleam, in the light of day.
Oh, the ecstasy of my teenage years,
In blood and bliss, my hunger nears,
For I am a creature of the night,
With teenage bliss and blood, my plight.
:: 04.01.2023 ::
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