The Thirst by Damia

I look around the streets
Feeling the thirst inside me
Knowing I will have to give in
Wondering how long I can hold it

I hear the heartbeats
I feel the heat
I sense the want
I sense the desire

You look at me
I can't help but look back
You smile, with a knowing look in your eye
Like you know what I yearn for
But you have no idea

I calmly walk towards you
You keep smiling
I put a seductive sway to my walk
knowing I can't resist any longer.

You walk into an alley,
thinking you're going to get laid.
I smile as I follow you,
knowing my true intentions.

I hear you heartbeat
I smell the blood
I feel the heat
I sense the want
I sense the desire

I put my arm around you,
pretending to kiss you neck
well guess what,
you're dead

Megan (205.188.208.172) -- Friday, August 15 2003, 08:41 pm

no title
heh that was kinda neat. I liked it a lot.

Martin Vann (171.75.220.163) -- Friday, August 15 2003, 10:53 pm

You speak the truth, reality contains blood!
Damia,
With out doubt, the thirst for sex, money, what ever, as you write, can often mean, we meet you, and your touch of death!

I am, not that you may care, for your words are written hard and with a reality that exists, but impressed, I thank you for this work. Honest, to the bone!

Excellent work!...,and t-r-u-e!

MartinV

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