My Red-haired Lover
Bright red hair caught my eye.
A sly, fey smile drew me in.
Musky fragrance made me reel.
My mind was not my own.
She took my hand in hers,
and led me to her car.
As we drove into the night,
her fingers played with my thigh.
She led me into her home,
and pulled my face to hers.
Cool lips pressed against mine.
Her tongue caressed my mouth.
Hot passion burnt my soul.
She took me to the bedroom.
As her dress fell to the floor,
she pulled me to her breasts.
Soon my clothes were gone.
She stroked me with her hand,
then took me in her mouth.
My body became red hot.
To bed she pulled me down,
and eased me into her.
As ecstasy drove me mad,
her fangs entered my neck.
I cried out in pain and joy.
She whispered you are mine.
I said I was her slave.
Her lover for all time.
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