Hunger

Breathe me in
the taste of sin
lingers on your pallet.

Be not afraid,
Equisite scent, of your pale skin
The warm blood rushes.

You can feel me behind you,
Yet you cannot see,
gentle touch, my lips brush
Teeth grazed so soft.

Your heart palpitates.
My desire, my throat aches
To taste before you expire.

Your breathing stills,
Deliberate, your skin pimples
A chill,

I smell your heat
growls beneath your every single move.
You glance, gasping,
Yet you do not see.

Moving your hair eloquently
over to the side, neck exposed.
My hunger explodes.

Feed, feed, teeth buried deep.
Your carotid beats hard.
Your heart pumping, your senses
exhausted, at my leisure
My pace, indeed.

You fall deep within my arms,
my grip, my needs -
not yet met.

I feed and feed,
falling to your knees
As I drink, your last breath.

•inspired by Cheries' jaguar poem•