Something lovely
perfumes the air.
I follow its trail
to the back of her store.
Rows of books flank me,
and I wonder
how many I have already read
over the centuries.
The pages have kept me company,
but my lady does so now.
I find her behind the register,
handing a tissue to a customer.
A customer whose nose is...
bleeding.
The iron smell fills me.
My teeth grow tingly and long
in my mouth.
My throat constricts
at the possibilities,
the promise,
the perfection of the deep, red flow.
My lady's eyes are fiery
as she stares at the crimson stream
marking the customer's chin.
Apologies are made,
lips are licked,
hungers claw to the surface.
I tremble with need,
but swallow the urges.
I am stronger than this.
At least I hope.
~Drake
perfumes the air.
I follow its trail
to the back of her store.
Rows of books flank me,
and I wonder
how many I have already read
over the centuries.
The pages have kept me company,
but my lady does so now.
I find her behind the register,
handing a tissue to a customer.
A customer whose nose is...
bleeding.
The iron smell fills me.
My teeth grow tingly and long
in my mouth.
My throat constricts
at the possibilities,
the promise,
the perfection of the deep, red flow.
My lady's eyes are fiery
as she stares at the crimson stream
marking the customer's chin.
Apologies are made,
lips are licked,
hungers claw to the surface.
I tremble with need,
but swallow the urges.
I am stronger than this.
At least I hope.
~Drake