I can hear thy heart pumping that
sweet red through fragile veins ...

... how intoxicating this sound can be.

Yet, hungered am I and thy life calls
to me through thy flesh, a scent so
delicate like that of a rose blooming
in the Spring.

Let me inhale deeply thy scent ...
... tiny kisses well placed in certain places.

Thy pulse throbs against mine cheek,
making me lightheaded and lost in this
undying thirst that grips mine soul. Yet,
dare I partake of thy life, or torture mine
self continuously until the beast rages.

Torture, for it is sweet and shall make thy
life taste sweeter still.