Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or James. Actually, I don't even own the poem basically!!!!
Marcella: Alright, I was really tired when I wrote this, and when Alison sent it back, it was amazing!!!! I said in the disclaimer that I didn't own the poem because she made this poem amazing with her very big words and her amazing vocabulary! Enjoy!!
(Emmett is searching through dictionary to find the meanings of all these words)
James
Her blood,
So mouthwatering.
Her smell,
So tantalizing.
Her essence,
so unavoidable.
I want her.
I need her.
I feel my senses ache for her,
And nothing can get in my way.
Wait!
I see the girl.
From the asylum.
From my memory.
The miserable,
The deplorable
Rotten victim
That somehow slipped through my icy fingertips
And got away.
Oh no.
I want her even
More.
The desire burns
As I realize that she is one
That I simply cannot have.
She smells good,
So luscious
So irresistible.
She'll taste
Just the same.
Let the chase begin.
...
Marcella: Not some of my best.
Everyone: Nope.
Alison: Oh shush.
Marcella: Oh well, I'm tired. Review please!