"I want to eat you."
You'd gasp as your skin dimpled and broke under my teeth, but with pleasure, not
"I want to suck you dry, to drain you."
When your blood flooded my mouth,
hot and coppery, I'd drink and drink. A communion. Swallowing you.
"I want every part of you at once."
"I want you all over me."
I see myself clothed in your
blood. It runs over my chin and across my breasts, trickling, tickling, till
you lift a finger to catch a drip and raise it to my lips.
Oh, I graze you with my
Nipping flesh, swallowing muscle, gulping the still hot freshets of blood.
I look at your face, still intact, still perfect, and whisper...
"I want you inside me."
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