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I met him on a moonlit night. At first he gave me such a fright. He is evil and enchanting. He’s like a real-live Dracula. I’m under his hypnotic spell. Teased by lust. Tormented by love. I just can’t get enough of him. He was a glowing white iris. I felt his lips upon my neck. He kissed it violently. His love…it fills me up, And then it breaks me down. He left into the moonlit night. Tortured by lost. Then he returned…to be with me. It was love at first bite. His blood…it’s like liquid fire. He took my hand And gripped it tightly. We disappeared into the night.