Plainclothes Aphrodite we went to the club         random, ordinary scene. nothing here worth staying for but we had some drinks     then went our seperate ways. in the bathroom, i saw a femme fatale so sweet     she grinned as she swept her lipstick on it was aphrodite, in plainclothes. her eyes flickered like electrical sparks she dared me to follow and I did. i     didn't         see             what                 they                     warned                         me                             about. i didn't see it when she put her crimson lips on, i didn't see it when she grinned. fangs like daggers, pointing straight aching for my skin. but this did not deter of course not it was too late for me i made a mental note of what i wanted on my tombstone then said 'fuck it.' no one can read my thoughts but her, and she's on the verge on sucking me dry. i loved her amazing aphrodite vampiress i wanted to make out with her in that bathroom taste the cloves she'd been smoking on her tongue. but the dead of night, hid the dying and no one heard my tears of joy when she took my soul away. back home