"If I could only have some fangs"
by
Alexandria Turbeville

Velvety blackness enshrouding my light
Crawling through it like a spider
Drifting through the city within the blink of an eye
Pouncing on my prey with a lust of thirty men
Dying for the taste of that firewine
My teeth decend into the vein that gives me life
Out comes that deep red copper milk
I suck until I am about to bust with pleasure
Feeling like an orgasmic burst I sigh
I lick the wound of my victim
Then kiss it's lovely neck
I lick my lips and depart them
Oh, that taste gets me every time



© Alexandria Turbeville
1998