Blood Love


It isn’t food I desire,
nor water I thirst.

Hold me through the night.
This hunger’s my curse.

When you’re away,
I shake; yet not from fear.

You’re my addiction,
my dark love, whom I need near.

My body craves a fix.
This mouth seeks to taste you.

You’re my sustenance –
the only thing I ever value.


*Inspired by a vampire’s addiction to blood

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