Blood Lust

Confession:

I want to suck your blood.

Question:

What do you want to suck?

Exposition:

I savor the red copper my teeth excavate from your neck.

Your tortured pain feeds my decadent delight.

We revel in the spurts of smoke and jasmine.

Come to me, or I’ll come to you.

I await haunted dreams of us.

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