Blood-Drinker, Not Vampyre by EngelSeele, literature
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Blood-Drinker, Not Vampyre
Blood-Drinker, Not Vampyre
by: Jonathan Marsolais
It trickles down my lips, ecstasy-driven
So much pleasure, when I taste it
My hands shake so much, I can't focus
When I see the line of red
Trickle down your wound
I love the taste so much
The salty tang as it touches my mouth
The velvety thickness slipping down my throat
As it drips so slowly from my fingers
Make no mistake, right now, my dear
I am not a walker of the dark
Not a vampyre in the true sense
I just have to have myself
A sip of blood now and then
I love the taste so much
The salty tang as it touches my mouth