Up the lattice and down the stairs my Scarlet awaits midnight kisses, as she sleeps beneath satin sheets, until waking to an eternal dusk. I vampire, Lord willing me my thirst, in a shadow of the pale moonlight as an ensemble of cellos bow, strings of resin snow. Touching your warm breasts with my lips of cold magenta, a frozen December, my love, as your eyes fear not me. My lust, fueled
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