Bloodlust

Bloodlust

 

The nights are dark.

They wrap around me in velvet layers.

Only the tips of wings show.

I can still taste her on my lips.

The deep entrapment of sweet love is still swirling through my veins.

Walking through the night is a lovely way to meet her again.

The soft flesh which my fangs pierced.

The flood of pure sweet blood ravishing my mouth.

Trying not to spill a drop, amazed at how good it feels.

The addiction is strong.

The limpness of her body as she submits to my will.

The caress of her hands on my cloak, hanging on to my wings for dear life.

There has never been one as sweet as you.

I will find you again.

I will never let you go.

 

~Rev Keona

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