My tongue grazes over incisors,
lengthened in hunger,
waiting beyond my lips,
ready to pierce fragile flesh,
and siphon life’s crimson fuel.
My core temperature drops,
but the chill does not disturb me
as I feel the pulse of my next drink
explode in her veins.
Teeth meet skin,
and I try to taste her slowly,
but I always get swept away,
by the flavor of humans.
I savor their warmth
while I feast
for it is the only time
my ice thaws,
the only time
I feel like one of them again.
~Drake