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Collection 6 of poetry for Reaper. Rated T/M. I normally strongly dislike doctors touching me but you seem to be the exception. The anaesthesia you gave me has worn off. My love let's go hunt. Take your Queen to bed.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Horror - Chapters: 5 - Words: 882 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-14-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2763982
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My Brat Prince
To Reaper
Your eyes glitter as you press me against the wall.
Your fingertips caress my neck
with the lightest touch causing goosebumps
to rise in their wake.
My hunger shifts as your lips smirk
against my breasts.
Take your Queen to bed.
A.N: Again brat prince = refers to Lestat, who is Anne Rice's creation.
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