Temptation

You say your a vampire,
The wounds on your neck prove so.
You look at me,
With those sharp pointy teeth.
They glow just like the moon.
With eyes like silver.
And your embrace like snow.
Hold me close,
Never let go.
I see the fire rising.
As they turn from silver to gold.
They flee in your presence.
And then once more I am safe.

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