she couldnt cook
he didnt care
her smile boiled his blood
her eyes held a dare
she didn’t dust
or so it seemed
her touch gave him chills
her kiss was his dream
their laundry piled
around the room
her scent made him groan
sweet voice like perfume
his heart knew well
he shouldn’t stay
she wasn’t his fate
with his soul he’d pay
so at midnight
leaving desire
climbed out the window
escaped his vampire
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for OctPoWriMo we were asked to choose a picture from Public Domain Pictures then write a story poem.
I started out to write a story about a woman who couldnt cook, however the story took a halloweeny turn and I was powerless to stop it.
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