To her, death is quite romantic

dโ€™Verse prosery Raoul snarled, baring his fangs at the guards, but they blocked him stubbornly with their halberds. "The Queen is occupied, General. Sheโ€ฆ" "She what, you fools!?" he shouted, "Is she with one of her playthings?" The guards exchanged glances but stood firm before the raging vampire, preventing Raoul's entry into the antechamber. With… Continue reading To her, death is quite romantic

Picturesque memories of sunshine

Fire always drew him, conjuring picturesque memories of sunshine. He recalled the profound impact of seeing his first glorious rainbow as a lad... O, how delightfully that sun had refracted through those suspended droplets! Smiling, Vadim shook himself out of his reverie and, appreciatively, licked the last salty hint of blood from his lips. This… Continue reading Picturesque memories of sunshine

Luscious, or: Sweet, raw peach juice

A 'Magnetic Poem' tanka Wanna try? Click here. tongue licks luscious sweat finger smears sweet, raw peach juice bared breasts aching, "please" heaving deliriously death goddess smells blood in her Notes For this poem, I decided to return to the 'Original Set' on the Magnetic Poetry website;At first, the lack of an obvious theme left… Continue reading Luscious, or: Sweet, raw peach juice