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Hey hey hey look what I found at work today:
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Love Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda
IS THIS OR IS THIS NOT THE BEST VAMPIRE LOVE SONNET YOU HAVE EVER READ?
IT IS. Just acknowledge how much Neruda PNWS Stoker, okay. JUST ACKNOWLEDGE IT.