crave the taste of blood
and long to feel
the throbbing sensation
of the vein under my lips
feel the wound expand
as i suck at the life
not many women
put a man in this position
and i listen to you sigh
as life escapes you
in breath
my hands paw at your chest
i stop before death
you are now my pet
sleep now
curled up in my arms
yes rest your head on the pillow
and i'll stroke around your eyes
as the quiet surrounds you
rejuvenate and sleep
i'll dine on you again
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