The Thirst

I sit and wait,
my thirst unquenched;
I grabbed her neck,
her shirt now drenched;
I lick her flesh, 
I drain her blood;
I hold her tight, 
I drink the flood;
she's lifeless now, 
sort of like me;
I hold her still, 
how can this be?
I want to wait, 
I want to stop;
I want a drink, 
I let her drop;
I look at her, 
she looks at me;
our vision shared, 
our ecstasy...
I turn around, 
she is still there;
her vision stuck, 
inside my glare...

�Kain McBride