Sorry I've been busy, lovelies. Hopefully, the boss man relaxes so I can write a bit more.
Clubs:


To Love a VampireHis breath on my neck, Cuts through me with fright. His breath on my neck, Starts chills of delight. I fear him, I love him; I crave him with lust. But fear of his daggers Prevents me from trust.To Love a Vampire
He tells me he loves me, I quiver with chills. He tells me he needs me, My anxiety stills. But then that cold skin Prickles mine with a touch I have never desired And shuddered so much.
I knew when I met him, This is how things would be. I knew when I met him, That he might torment me. But when his breath hits me, &nbs


TruthSubmerged within the depths of lies and deceit, the truth is there to grasp hold ofTruth
But can you find it buried amongst insecurity? Forget the words close your eyes and follow instinct
Too many times ignored too many times confused too many times lost
To hear what you want lying to ourselves is always easier than accepting truth.


Words that reset timeIn a single moment of time worlds come crashing down. A single closing of the eyes brings tears thatWords that reset time
were never meant to fall.
Words, nothing more, they can't hurt... Yet in a single heartbeat, they destroy even the strongest foundations. We question our lives because of them and wonder when we let ourselves believe.
We begin to doubt everything We worry if we will ever hear those words that make us smile, again. "Dream of me." "Always."
Is it worth it to care so much? They are only words... I hate when I cry I hat


ChernabogChernabogChernabog
I bide my time and wait for night From high atop Bald Mountains peak, Awakening a nightmare fright
Unfolding wings not meant for flight, My shadow finds the souls I seek I bide my time and wait for night.
I pull them from their lifeless plight, (Against my will their own is meek), Awakening a nightmare fright.
They writhe and dance to my delight, My music each unholy shriek. I bide my time and wait for night.
Then into hell their bones I smite, And resurrect as demon freak- Awakening a
I noticed that you watched literotica
if you like erotic writing stuff, go and check him out

keep it up!
waiting for more stuff to show up!
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Literotica
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"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use." - Ernest Hemingway
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"... forever yours, nocturnal me..."
I'll have to check out more of your gallery.
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I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
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