Poetry: Rose Red

vampires don’t always come by secret in the night sometimes they come in the brightest day with lights a’shining

little laughs and very scary senses of humour to steal the Rose Red from my arteries

lucky for me blood is a renewable resources and like the trees I plant in all the fertile hearts I find

my cherry flavoured love grows stronger and stronger and blossoms underneath the ruby rich moonlight

maintaining the pressure of my blood and the sweat and tears I cry are only a balancing act and my affection

positively gushes from me the rain is never missed in my garden of fruit and flower and I am the reddest queen

so suckle from me oh ye of little faith don’t you know I am endless and as much as you take of me I am never drained

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