It isn’t food I desire,
nor water I thirst.
Hold me through the night.
This hunger’s my curse.
When you’re away,
I shake; yet not from fear.
You’re my addiction,
my dark love, whom I need near.
My body craves a fix.
This mouth seeks to taste you.
You’re my sustenance –
the only thing I ever value.
*Inspired by a vampire’s addiction to blood
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Poet Rummager 
Your sweetness is my weakness
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I loved this; your writing is always engaging and you have quite the knack for finding images to accompany your words.
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I really appreciate your kind words! 😘
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Must be hard being a vampire. Can’t help thinking the diet must get a bit monotonous. I wouldn’t want to be sheep for the same reason.
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Dull diets would be the worst! I wouldn’t want to be a sheep for various reasons, as well!
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Hey, BunKaryudo. For variety they can have a diabetic if they have a sweet tooth.
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Sweet hematophilia *0*
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Haha! Thank you 😊
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A great dark and vivid poem Rose.
You and I will have to walk on the
dark side together sometime.
I mean a poem, silly Billy. ☺️
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Thanks Alan! It would be fun to write a poem with you!! I’ll email you some ideas later tonight which will probably be the wee hours of the morning in England😜
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Really!
That would be great.
I just hope I don’t let you down. 😐
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What?! Riiiiiiiiiight. Your work is amazing! Now, who’s being a silly Billy! 😃
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May I borrow those fine weapons? I’m going hunting tonight! 🙂
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All righty! Help yourself!
UH OH! LOOK OUT!
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Whoa! Love it!! Thanks T 😍
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Cheers!
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Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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