A disheartened love leaves a lustful desire
The smell of her blood forces my brain into an illogical frenzy
Each subtle drop of blood
Forces me to hide in the shadows
A tiny breeze wafts the delightful smell of her blood
My conviction wavers in its sweet temptation
80 drops... 90 drops... 99 drops...
When the 99th drop of blood hits the frosted ground I lose all reasoning
She has no time to react as my fangs bare into her lustrous black skin
Her moans of pain and pleasure entice my carnivorous nature to a point of no return
I have finally accepted myself as a vampire
Forever more stalking in the shadows
Fulfilling my lust for blood
©kamen1
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