GOTHIC MORTAL FRENCH KISS
LONDON PARIS ROME:
He liked to travel around the European capitals;
He liked to live in the underground passage.
He was sitting on his gothic, black chair,
Behind him only black hangings,
His ivory face was shining on his black satin clothes.
Some sparkled golden and silver rings on his slender fingers,
Ivory and bony fingers of Death..
Surrouded by four exciting wonderful girls,
Divine tigresses in white and black satin clothes,
With leather bras,
Blond as the Hell
Ivory as the Death.
Pall, the master vampire of Paris,
Had eyes like a hawk, very observant.
He eyed a sweet and shy young lady greedily,
She was almost naked,
A simple pinafore dress covered her.
She was a nun;
Pall, wanted her as a slutty nun
He rushed at her,
Closing in on her,
He could smell her perfume of fear and blood,
Wonderful! he could eat heartily.
White as the desire,
Blond as the dark,
Amber eyes as of the moon.
He was delighted of this virgin beauty,
Sleeping beauty for the moment.