# Quaking

Author: Cordis
Tags: Blood, ripping, taste

#2 of Poetry

A perspective in the exquisite delicacy of vampirism

Quaking

Though you are not with me

I can fell you

Though your skin isn't pressed to my lips

I can smell you

All of you

Your body and skin call out to me in writhing need

Oh, that wonderful scent of iron

That ever sweet, rusty, life source

My own humanity blurred in its very thought

Teeth gnashing

Maw watering

Barbaric instincts roaring through my soul

Echoing

Its howl bouncing off of my rib cage

Come to me

Present me your offering

Give me the ones that touch could never compare to

Let me delve into your very insides

The hot, thick elixir coursing through you

I shake in anticipation

Fantasy barraging my brain with it's artillery 

**BOOM**

My razor's edge finds it's mark

**BOOM**

Your flesh gives it's greeting

**BOOM BOOM BOOM**

Lips surging, teeth gnashing

I'm blinded

I want this

**_NO_**

I NEED THIS

I require all every drop the body has to offer

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/P1EZM9we
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