Vampyre Legend...How She was Made.....

Beginnings...

corpse lies there...

Cross fields and fen she flew
From those who hunted her
Smelled their fear she did
Like globules of rancid fat
Distilled from men

Night slunk behind dark trees
Rustling in bushes heard
Below the ground strange noises
She had risen

Clothed in corpse's bandages
Swathed round her lay
Long matted hair
Lips bloodied red

She raised her head and rose
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He....

dracula...

Streets brightly lit
People filled
Enjoying pleasures of the night
She did too
Looking all the time
Her next victim to make

Remembering how she fell
So long ago
Simple had been
At least she thought
To be singled out
By glorious man
Auburn locks on shoulders fell
Long slender fingers white
Eyes proud and dark

Made....

made....

He held her arm
Smile so sweet
Surely no harm

Into the woods
Took her he did
Against a tree bent over her
Dampness began between her legs
His lips against her throat
So sensitive that place for her

Pierced her skin slowly at first
Soon gnawing hunger took its fill
Her life began to slip away
But first eroticism erupted
Between the two
Blazing orgasm shook them both
Then it was done

The Hore and the Hare...Wot a Tale to Tell

Going Which Way

comme how....

The hare and the hore one lovely day
Decided to find an exciting new way
Playing around could be such fun
High and low and inbetween
Ninety Six indeed

It matters not at all to me
For choices always they are free
When lovers together come
Perhaps lusters often we do mean

A bump a hump across a tree
That lines the way so beautifully
Into treasures hidden are they
Within a mass of clotted hair

The Opening

oh oh oh..

A projection long and pink
Sometimes mottled brown indeed
Expanding then in tandem sweet
Between a purse of wrinkled skin

Hiding there in glorious disarray
A sweeping fur of coloured hue
Leading the way
To treasures hidden deep inside

Ecstasy

hare and hore

The hore and the hare
Together did they
Go out and look for
Various ways

Some they might find
So varied would be
To anything else
That had happened for them

A ritual intense in so many ways
Lifting beyond what had gone before
A great upheaval so immense
Never again be experienced

Strait and Laced

prudes and prunes...

If you mind on certain tracks doth run
Within this story you will find
A rather norty piece indeed

Then those of you so strait and laced
Will huff and puff indignantly
Forsooth ask if deleted it can be
Forget you do that words alone
Should not to you bring such aplomb

But then the choice is yours for you to make
As it will always be!!!!!!