Andrew David Dalby

Rookie (17th Of March 1967 / Brighton East Sussex United kingdom)

The Vamps song


The Vamp's song.

Darling, let's detonate and render obsolete this day;
To bring about the triumphant mistress of the night.
So we can walk upon the hiss shingle of twilight's bay;
And bathe in glory amongst the starry skies so bright.
To then allow our brush and bosom a chance to play;
And give our heightened senses pleasure and delight.

My dear, resonate an echo my pure heartfelt delight;
To burn off the torrent shadows of this too bitter day.
Come into me, with relish sweaty joy, and fervent play;
And let's live in the joy of the darkness of a new night.
To then sing with a melody sweet so clear and bright;
And with desire let's leave these fears at twilight's bay.

My love, hesitate and you'll drown in twilight's bay;
And forever slowly burn the hope of our new delight.
So hold-fast to those who shine with clarity so bright;
Until Sol stands upon the beach at the lark-rise of day.
Then we can kiss away the passion of this tender night;
To gladly sup and bring an end of new loves sweet play.

Oh my love, desolated my heart rests when not at play;
And all alone I wander along the stones of twilight's bay.
For I, my love, live by drinking blood in an endless night;
From those who ring the makers sweet song of delight.
While avoiding the sun that brings forth the light of day;
In case my form broils in flames that burn so very bright.

For my love is desecrated: this soul's light is never bright;
While I tease others with thoughts of tender sensual play.
Oh so carefully, I avoid the hideous presence of the day;
For my flesh is far from the sacred realms of twilight's bay.
And I am empty, while tempting you with sensuous delight;
In fact I'm nothing. Flawed flesh made real by eternal night.

Yes my love, unabated, we suckle out the marrow of the night;
Avoiding Sol's world that's so clean so pure…and so very bright.
And taking titillation in eyes sheer sweet hinted sexual delight;
We use our time, making tender prey out of our tempting play;
Along the shining shoreline of this place, called twilight's bay;
While loathing those who safely rest, in the passion of the day.

While hating the light of the day with its sun so hideous and so bright.
We spirits wander twilight's bay forever upon this aching braking night;
For as we play we feed upon our prey…those loved less in sheer delight…
In sheer delight…
In sheer delight…
We feed upon those loved less ones in sweet and sheer delight…

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013

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