The Blood Fiend II
By: Devin Cade

No longer immune
to your impious glow.
Seduction fills my eyes
and my darkness starts to show.

An uncontrollable loathing
of my loss of light
strengthens this cause,
another contentious fight.

Yet mockery alone
cannot contain
what I’d like to introduce
to what I call repetitious remain.

One gaze into your eyes
reinforces my fall
and brings me back onto this lust,
I soon well recall. 

Say my name, be the game.
See my wrath, feel no shame. 

Because it is you
I have chose.
Free of sinful parody,
free of prose.

First onto your neck,
and then to your breasts,
feeling you quiver,
I become more obsessed.

Then back to your neck
and then to your ear,
whispering the blasphemies 
you long to hear
of who you really are, 
predicting how you feel.
"Let my fingers do the walking."
You sigh a squeal.

Say my name, be the game.
Accept my wrath, feel no shame.
Then hoisted up
and plunged to the floor,
Engaged in a violent kiss
and my sinful allure.

Your legs lusciously open
exposing a gloss between your thigh
which my tongue caters to quickly
to extend your high.

Now in savage bliss
you invite me in,
to feel your purity
which drives my sin.

Seeing your jugular pumping,
and pumping so sweet,
I lunge forward
without retreat.

Say my name, be the game.
Live the wrath, feel no shame.

This is what I’ve become,
the shadow of the "Fiend."
for blood is the hunt,
and the hunt....is to feed.  


Stargazer's "The Blood Fiend"
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