Call me after midnight
at that time my skin is thirsty for your kisses
gooey you want to delirium
until they can not even think
until there is no more waking
your
silent love and my love bustling
Amame after midnight
at that time the last bell
of the church invited the body to cost
my bed is your sanctuary
faithful kiss my rosaries
white cloud dark night
after midnight, not before,
is my ritual
... you have to respect it.
blood drinkers 
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