once bitten

It's not the bite, It's not the fear of the bite, It's not the pain of the bite, It's the waiting and the thrill of the chase, The anticipation of getting bitten, That's the attraction, The desire to be locked in someone's mouth, And being drained, Your energy shared with another, Taking your life, But returning you to a new one, A nightlife, A time where you become the Hunter, And search for prey, Something young, virile, exotic, You know something you can really sink your teeth into. 


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