Yeah So my intrests are. Music, corky fun, friends, family, animals i got lots but i dont know what to write so ill write a poem.

Desire

As he begins to tango with this young woman,
Our monster dips her back just slightly
Then rocks her to the side,
Forcefully they sink deep in your neck,
So soft and firm it is a fire filled with pleasure,
I look up and gaze into those gothic eyes,
You knew as did i, as the fear said to run,
As he flustered his one, As lust creeps in your mind,
You look up at me and my words pierce the wind,
To hide the fact you took the pill, So deeply crested
within thowest own mind, The heat it fills you,
As it weeps from your eyes,
The everlasting taste, As the ice burns as,
The soul dyeing, You feel the cold run in,
It rolls from your tong, The silky satin red,
The smell it compels you and fills the void in your head,
Which then feeds your new lust on the moonstricken night,
The coldest night which took your soul, And kept your Mind Wandering,
Can you teach me more? Now i show you, We can take our true form,
As i walk hand and hand with my love, Its time for us to rule this land.
The smell and the taste begins to somber, A drift through my veins,
The liquor inside her, Drift to the shore and clear this old lore,
Thrust into my own and show your devotion to none,
For the consequences to play with the one,
Will be the bringer of pain, As it takes me over,
Three, Two, One, Love come hither to me, And be mine on this,
Moonstricken night, Shall you fathom the blood-Wine as we dine,
Or a Sombering race through this spiritual grime,
I shall be yours as you walk through these halls,
And be mine, I’m the master of illusions and I cant escape you from my mind,
Rest the soul, The bringer and end to the doubt, As ears bleed,
As we walk solo and shout, I’m the one who choose you i the one who was there,
Your now my queen, Something odd it still lingers on, The attack happens wile im in a
gaze that’s affixed onto you, Through the Gothic Vials The drift in these halls,
The fishnet that touches your beauty, as you lay there, Want me,
I dream of your skin, Silky Soft due to the tortures of sin,
As is pale your lips, Your hear it the first time,
It beats softly to me for it beats every time I needed you,
Take me by surprise and lay me down in bed,
I want you close and I’m pleading right now,
As to a surprise, yours beats once just especially for me,
I snuggle you tight as I breathe on your neck,
A Hand is traveling softly onto my chest.
If being stuck I choose it with you, We lay there cuddled in the nude,
Great is the feeling as I wake and you gaze onto me, The eyes of my queen,
For eternity you could gaze onto me,
For your my Goth one my Dream, The vampire,
It feeds strictly onto desire, Will you welcome me?
Can I come in the door? Your my Gothic Desire.

depends on what your like before I meet you. But definatlly someplace that we can talk so not a movie. And a place that we can actually have fun. but it depends really I dont know I have not done this in a while.