Mark R Slaughter


Pink - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.

She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:

Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!

Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.

A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Comments about Pink by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie - 866 Points Liliana ~el (12/30/2013 12:45:00 PM)

    Very interesting. Seems a siren, vampire, and werewolf breed? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Creativity: More Than A Fantasy M (2/4/2011 8:19:00 AM)

    lol love it . and seems new (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 5, 2012


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