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Ugly Betty

Power Rangers .....LOL

Lost

I don't know what of women you have be talking too. But you know what I've been on this site sometime now. An all these guys talking about how they want the women of there dreams,women who have something in common with them,to have fun an chill but when they find a women who is real you say how its too good to be ture,only talk to her when you feel,or just try an sex with her an treat her like ****! YOU GUYS NEED TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND. YOU DON'T KNOW IF YOU WANT **** BUDDYS OR GIRLFIRENDS.So don't say what's up with black women because I've been done wrong more times then you can imagen

I would change Gossipmpm to Angelic-beauty

Give it time! But take a year off from dating an just enjoy your life Man! Hang with frinds an just have fun the pain will pass.

Thanks

Many people don't talk about kindred much..so I felt like I should

Call of the Kindred Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realize I could be lying?

Bite me Bite me, vampire, drink my blood.
I assure you it tastes good.
I want to be a vampire, too,
I want to hunt for blood with you,
Wander together through the night,
And share all blood 'till morning light.
At daytime I'll lay in your arms
And sleep all day, so nice and warm.
It will be great, just you and me,
Vampires together, wait and see.
Never be lonely, never blue,
Because, my vampire, I love you.

Thanks Teddybearu2&Redhead

Lily couldn't take any more. The knot in her gut would not leave and her stomach felt as if it was digesting itself. She felt sick, she felt guilty. She felt used. She was every psychotic's excuse for their own psychoses. 

She felt tainted, poisonous and poisoned. He insides seemed rancid to her, toxic. 

The guilt and the fear and the finger-pointing were taking their toll on Lily. She needed a release from the stress and the anguish and the guilt that was weighing her down, eating her up. She needed to be cleansed, be rid of the spilled blood she felt now flowed through her own veins. 

Lily sat on the cold white-tiled floor in the bathroom and rummaged in her vanity case. She found a disposable razor and a nail file to pry open the plastic casing and liberate the instrument of her redemption. 

She gazed at the razor blade, looked at it as if it were something mystical, something mysterious, something that held answers to unanswerable questions, and all she needed to do was feed it to gain that knowledge. 

She drew the blade slowly across the pad on her index finger and closed her eyes, savouring the pain and the release it gave her. She smiled as her blood welled up like a glistening wet garnet. She watched, entranced, as the blood began to trickle down the length of her finger and into the palm of her hand. She sat there, eyes closed again, bloodied palm outstretched, her face beaming like an ecstatic stigmatic. 

Lily raised her hand to her mouth and slowly licked at the red stream. The flavor of piquant metal on her tongue sedated her, began to thaw out the chill in her bones and made her feel a few moments of calm and peace. 

But she needed more. Wanted more. A trickle was not enough when what she wanted was a scarlet gush to flush out the dirt. She had to cut deeper, harder. She needed to drain the blood. 

She didn't want to die. She didn't want to not exist. She just wanted to bleed. 

Lily drew the blade down the length of her forearm, deep enough for the wound to piss blood, but not deep enough to bleed her dry. 

She felt the pristine chemical rush of endorphins and adrenaline kick in as the blood dripped on to the clinical white tiles and the pain made her shut her eyes tight and take in her breath sharply. 

She looked at the pool of her own blood, warm, wet and fluid, in stark contrast to the cold, hard ceramic. She dipped her fingers in the crimson pool and began to write on the floor. 

She wrote, in bold letters. 

Vampire Red.(I love Vampires)

How Beautiful

How beautiful

The sun-kissed skin
The gleaming eyes
That light up the night
Like fireflies

How beautiful
The sweet lips
Like blood red oranges
Fresh plucked
The mellifluous form

How beautiful
Each step is more like a glide
Into a ray of light
The skin soft like rose petals
Across your lips

The form is sexy
It oozes "I love you" and "I care"
Its arms entrap you in I'll always be there"
The form is graceful
It moves like a silk scarf on the wing
Limbs long and languid, creeping

How beautiful
The silhouette of the form
Smooth lines that curve over hills and valley
Smooth lines that trace her glory

How beautiful
The voice that spills over the sweet lips
Bringing a sweet melodies to his sweet senses
He can feel the vibration
See the lips parted
Smell the fragrant air around her

Taste the sweet lips
Hear the melody
Such an elaborate meaning for his words

How Beautiful

Flirt away.

lol

Hey ladyloverlol im bisexual myself.There aren't a lot of girls that are Lesbians on this site But most girls that are here you will have to find them.if you have any problems I have another site were you might have better luck...

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