Thirst Of Love by Diana Jauregui
Breath on me, I dare you.
Let me smell your scent.
It makes me hungry just to feel you,
and comfortable just to know your mine.
Let me be the one to caress you,
gently I'll puncture your neck.
To imagine the warm blood trickle down my throat
Is enough to make me satisfied.
Don't be afraid to become what I am,
We can stalk the nights together.
Let me be your leader, your friend your sister...
And our mythology will go on forever.
Don't be scared of what you dont know,
cause it only leads to pain.
Let me use you, so you can use me later on in life,
There is nothing about it to shame.
Some call us devils, others the creature of the night.
To be honest were not either of those,
Just two normal beings looking for our purpose...our right.
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