For the Goddess

I’d like to touch his heart

Crush it with my bare hands

To feel its pumping motion

To feel it’s aching

Bleeding, begging for life.

I am longing for some time

To dig my fangs through his neck

How I fancy looking at his blood flowing

How I dream to feel its warmth

And taste his only life

I’d like to tickle his brain

Pleasure him with images.

Shatter him with the unfathomable

It’s my reverie to watch him

While his eyes show some tears

To look beyond his physique

I just wonder.

Is he real?

I want to know him.

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