Vampire Succession

Beauty such beauty aspired startling appearance; does not necessarily denote noble beautiful nature. Yet man in his organ lust, wants to bed with it, couple with it, and penetrate, more than senses warmed. Damp desire clothes are crescendo discarded; and endearments, intoxicate, by murmuring aberrant degrees. Felt warmth and distilled aroma; signalling a sensuous woman; is an opiate drug; to captivated; ensnared invigorated senses. Intense are sweated caresses fluttering fascinated heart; entrapping post-eden savage enchanted beast; enslaved. Blandishments euphoric; heated wriggled excursions intensified; soon imprison, far more tightly, than wrists taken in iron chains. Soon terminal honey trap stands revealed naked; in time illusive contemplated where it cannot be touched; as a hateful or beloved mesmerizing creature bound; to us secretly throughout a previously feared eternity. Why does your mother bleed basins of blood? Women are gentle weak yet strong and enduring. Every man is infiltrated with superstitious dread; fearing naked narcissism attacks originating nightmares; chilling walks across own grave frozen living dead moments; time frozen known as, blood lost lust, no form released, living mercy. Mankind carnivorous wallows in deception, an entombing hell; echoing inhuman origins of own insidious making until; casting off serpentine yoke of the original lie lie lie. Humanity perceives with reverence; another embodiment is not to die. Till mankind realizes that to evolve to grow; we must cast off outgrown snake skin; cast away imperfections and worldly sin; to transcend matter; is not to die die die. To transcend corrupted matter is not to die die die beware bite deadly death sentence of the lie lie lie. Copyright © Terence George Craddock