Sliding across jagged teeth,
you taste of sweet deceit.
My taste for something better
only leaves me parched.
A tender, shallow hunger
nourishes illusions
that should have long been lost
to true love.
But, I cannot refrain
from sinking sanguine teeth
into the sweetness of you.
Each nectar bite satiates
even my tempestuous soul.
30/1/09
And why should you not have the last bite of a plump juicy cherry. Then throw the seed to grow in your garden of delicious succulent memories. Only to be dug up if you wish, of course! Magic words. Magic write. Karin Anderson
do you have one of them: Beware of Dog Signs? Well if not you don’t need one you need a: Men Beware Viola Grey lives here Sign! =D In all seriousness this is really cool. I love the way you wrote this. good job. Becca
Now I see why DC wrote an ode to Vampiress Viola! Sharp piece of writing here! -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Karin says you should have the last bite and who am I to argue? Biting is good. Nibbles, etc... But.... be sure you don't become a victim of your emotions. (Deep eh? ? ?)