Bloodlust final draft
Heels click down the stone cobbled street, all shadows fleet
they turn and take the shorter route, down the lane
The darker lit bit is where fangs and throat meet
I followed her for two blocks, her scent driving me insane
I bite down. Deeper, deeper. I savour the sound as she gasps in pain.
The crunch of perfumed skin fills my ears
like the many times before from my victims throughout the years
blood fills my mouth, yearning, open. The light of life fades from her eyes - accusing
her mind of seeing, feeling what she thought only possible in scary movies that she'd seen.
She blinks for the last time as the excitment in my abdomen grows
blood drips from the corner of my mouth onto her eyelid as, with her last breath, she mutters why
- dies.
As christ did on the third day, from death he rose
as does my snake of shameful lust and penetration, lost from the reason of the source of her woes
laughter boils and bubbles through me until the final thrust
as the craving dies down...for now -
of this insatiable, inflatable, unshakeable bloodlust.
