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THE KINKY POET

Some of my erotic poetry
3 years ago. January 7, 2021 at 10:05 PM

The rise of the Goth girl

He sits very patiently, his back up against his own stone, he as all the time in the world, but soon he's not a lone

The familiar sound of a iron hinges as someone pulls back the gate, he knows it is the Goth girl and now she's sealed her fate

She walks over to a gravestone, lays two Roses on the ground, standing with her head bowed, making not a sound

She always comes in darkness, the night was just her time, it will also her undoing, though she thinks that's all is fine

Then out from the shadows, steps the man all dressed black, she turns around and stares at him and he just stares right back

But his stares have powers, Vampire hypnosis was a gift, within seconds she'd succumbed, his powers strong and swift

He looked at her up and down, she wore a PVC dress with studs, he knew he wanted more from her, than just to drink her blood

She's full of desire, the hypnotising has done its trick, all she wants is to fuck him, all she needed was his dick

She unzips her shiny dress, she's standing all in lace, the Vampire likes what he sees, desire shows on his face

He takes off his long black coat, he lays it on a stone, he picks her up and lays her back, he's got her all alone

She sits up to kiss him, she doesn't feel the coldness of his skin, all she wants is passion, all he wants is sin

Kissing her so very hard, his hands trace her every curve, her nipples harden to his touch, he wants her with such verve

He lays her back spreads her legs, he places kisses up her thigh, she was sighing sweetly, on the night that she would die

He reaches to her panties, he can see their damp and wet, he pulls them to the side, to see where he wants to get

His fingers stroke her lips, she feel their very strong, he slides them into her, now she knows their also long

Thumb playing on her clit, his fingers probing deep, she sighs and moans much louder as her pussy starts to seep

Juice on his fingers, he knows its such a waste, he moves his head in closer, so his tongue can have a taste

She tastes delicious, he holds her tightly by her bum, a little slice of heaven, her thighs are like a memory of standing in the sun

He pulls her to the edge of the stone, her legs go around him tight, he pushes his cock deep inside, now the time is right

Slowly thrusting forward, her pussy's his to take, but he must be gentle, for mere mortals often break

Vampires fuck with power, he'd break her like a doll, he fucks like stallion and this mortals but a foul

He spins the Goth girl over, he enters from behind, she's breathing heavily, her ring his fingers find

Cock pounding in her, he pulls hard upon her hair, he glances at her neck vein and her life-force pumping there

His teeth are extend, her soft pure skin is broke, hand tight around her neck, to hold her not to choke

Blood rushing through her wound, with every pump some of her life is lost, he needs her blood to sustain him, her life must be the cost

But on the very edge of Goth girls death, the Vampire changes mind, he decides he's gonna turn her, she'll be one of his kind

Who would have known in one thousand years, from that graveyard scene, was the night of her rise to power, she is now the Vampire Queen

Ron

TheLittlePrincess​(sub female){SSG} - I really love these poems! Beautifully written.
3 years ago
The Kinky Poet​(other male) - Thank you I'm glad you liked them
Love and light
Ron xx
3 years ago

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