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Ravenous

My nostrils flared with the scent of his cologne.
I breathed him in to soothe my soul.
Hungry, I found myself salivating at the memory of
him...bleeding, and the metallic tinge to his blood.

I bit my own lip to thrill myself, twirling my tongue
around with my own, savoring it...as if it were wine.
And like wine, it holds it's own power to intoxicate,
it's own power to charm...to calm.

I felt his flesh curl under my nails, the tension
in his body fall away...though he wasn't there with me,
but only in my thoughts...so real. Like the last time
I fed from him. Lovely tension.

I could get him...in his quietest thoughts, bring him to me
for a giddy little thrill, or maybe to relish the horror that
my heart longs for.


Or maybe I won't...teasing myself longer for the thrill of it all.
Eating those steaks so daringly rare, and thinking about the day
my hair shall fall against his neck, before he winces again.


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Posted by LadyBlak
Wed, 07/30/2008 - 23:28

DEATH's picture

Dark, sensual and wonderful!

Submitted by DEATH on Thu, 10/23/2008 - 20:22.

As always, LadyBlak, your words paint deep and stirring swirls in the mind. There is a wonderful tempo coupled with a masterful story style. I hope to see much more in the future.

Love and skulls,

DEATH 



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