Ode To Fangs
Flashes of black velvet
Flashes of ivory
I swoon in your arms
Cold night's embrace
They grow,
They pierce
I feel no alarm
They draw out the emptiness
They draw out the pettiness
Replace it with bliss
Leave me a husk
I rather be dead
Then to not feel the kiss
Of your razor sharp fang
Flashes of ivory
I swoon in your arms
Cold night's embrace
They grow,
They pierce
I feel no alarm
They draw out the emptiness
They draw out the pettiness
Replace it with bliss
Leave me a husk
I rather be dead
Then to not feel the kiss
Of your razor sharp fang
♠ ♠ ♠
Tis a silly poem