till it misses

How the blood lingers as it runs
Following a tickling trickling trail
Laid by impatient kisses

How her heart hammers –
Even as it weakens it fights
With passion! till it misses…

Such beauty in death, a rose
Beyond the pale, and pale indeed
Eyes bright with youthful bliss

Interrupted

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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