Everything was playing so “Gusto”
Like he became Heavenly blood brothers
“Maestro” at the London Metro.
Having hotter than hell fling
But people were more than blood things
Feeling like a substitute or big “Hero”
What happens to some of them
they weren’t waking or O or B- cups
drinking
But a style of panache
The style of grace or disgrace
showing deeper how it cuts
like the “Reaper” all circumstances
Fewer but true redder romances
the evidence got flown away
but miraculous something has to give
Like a stewed “Hungarian Goulash”
miracles time for hot fetishes
You just felt eclat what a cliche these Vampires and
their maidens. With the raw bite of her bodice
styles were becoming. But a bigger blood manner
was moving toward her so risque
Dances storing more blood trances
of a repertoire
Their necks were suffocating watching another
lover was mating like a web…
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