Your watching her body.
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Eyes sliding up and down the almost non-existant curves and edges.
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All the while,
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Her fangs slide just past her bottom lip.
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And rest quietly on her chin.
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Waiting.
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Your eyes are still on her body.
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Not her face.
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Or her hair.
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Her body.
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And so its your fault.
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When her head flexes,
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Almost like a twitch.
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And the fine, needle-sharp points of those teeth.
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Thrust into the soft tissue of your neck.
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Draining your filthy life before you can even think about crying out for the help you dont deserve.