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Sweet Heart
Sweet Heart
I long for you as I hear your sweet heart beating,
The hair on the back of my neck raises as your sweet scent dazes my senses
And as you rise, as do I; my gaze locked on your chocolatey eyes
We stand by the trees for a while as you smile at the brisk breeze, meanwhile
You’re unaware as I prepare to ensnare you in my embrace and care
Your breath quivers as mine delivers sensational shivers down your spine
And while what I want most is to be so close, I walk and talk as you follow,
engrossed
Lead by my voice, you take the path of my choice, reaching the meadow as I rejoice
Now among the red flowers we tread, with curiosity you kneel and tilt your head
Look around, on the ground at the flowers we have found, for to the flowers you’re now bound
Your heart starts to race as I start to pace unable to stop wondering how you taste
You fill with unease as I come through the trees, pouncing, ignoring your empty pleas
Once again the flowers have been showered in the blood of the prey which I’ve devoured
I long to savor the amazing flavor of your blood, but first I have to end this labor
So I rip and tear as you gasp for air, screaming and crying as I rip out your hair
And finally, I hear the beating of your heart ceasing as I take in your scent and begin eating
And finally after ripping you apart, I find the thing that made my whole hunt start,
Oh Darling, how I love the taste of your sweet heart
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The poem is supposed to sound like a classic love poem, filled with imagery and descriptive details that truly draw you into the story, only there are key differences that set this apart from other love poems that you would not expect.
WARNING!!!
*This poem does have some graphic imagery that may make some readers uncomfortable*