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Hey girl whos legs are black nylon graced and hair is as black as the sky of that late November's evening when I saw you... You look so young, I can't be with you, even though I can see in your look that you are not a virgin anymore. Sorry but I don't eat a fruit which is yet to be delicious. I don't fancy the taste of incompleteness... Sorry but I wish there was someone else instead of you. Not anyone particular, just someone whos age of deliciousness I could inhale like a bittersweet incense, someone who would fit the magical feel of unknown secrets in this November's night, someone who's not yearning for attention and acceptance but for the dark fires of lust, someone who knows how to slowly drown into the sea of pleasures. Someone whos merely transparent sleeves have got fancy writings, someone who's blond hair is much longer than yours and skirt is a bit shorter and not so tight. Someone who would have legs dressed in fancy nylon writings.



Sometimes on early evenings of autumn I wander through lonely streets. Some would think I'm out for blood and some evil stuff, but I am not. I am a vampire that longs for a cup of lustful moment. Can you pass me a cup filled with intensity of dark passion? A cup whos contents have got no past and no future, so I can set you free from your pain and feed myself. Just for a moment. Just for a moment we could share a short, intense, windy dream of late November's night.