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Transylvanian Encounter

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Along the narrow winding path I purposefully strode

My footsteps cushioned by the dew laden leaves

Further into the inviting forest I tentatively ventured

My breath stifled by the imposing odor of sweating trees

But upon seeing the bluebells in the breeze dancing

I regained my poise and quickened my pedestrian pace

My mood elevated by the birdsong chorus romancing

It felt as if my divine destiny was in a fortuitous place

 

I caught sight of a derelict cottage by a flowing brook

As I approached a shadow fell across the rocky glade

The forest suddenly become silent and my skin tingled

She emerged majestically from the leafy hollow enraged

Her silken auburn hair cascading onto her bare shoulders

I stood there transfixed and spellbound as closer she glided

In an instant she was nestled in my comforting accepting arms

Her firm bosom burning into my pounding chest collided

 

As we entwined our passion became a raging furnace

Her dilated piercing hypnotic green eyes blazing

Our wild hungry devouring mouths fighting for air

As the pelvic thrusts reached a crescendo amazing

Suddenly her moist beckoning rampant ruby red lips

Were on the nape of my neck – my horror growing

As two glistening ivory fangs punctured my salty flesh

Her insatiable thirst quenched on my blood free flowing

◄ Halloween Dream

Leonard Norman Cohen - R.I.P. ►

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Tom Doolan

Wed 2nd Nov 2016 14:11

Hi Martin - Thanks for your complimentary feedback. Tom ?

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Martin Elder

Wed 2nd Nov 2016 09:13

I love the line about the odour of sweating trees in particular. beautifully crafted. Nice one

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