A Taste, An Obsession

Hematolagnia

A prick from a triangular edge,
A separation of skin layers,
The bite and cold,
A warm dribble,
Red ambrosia,
Blood

Silently,
It cascades,
Gritting teeth shudder,
As the pain subsides,
And strange pulsating pleasure replaces it

Stinging, as lips encase the veins,
A forbidden taste, a tang,
Fills my nostrils up,
Making me drunk,
With lust,
Savoring

Writhing,
I'm appeased,
Only for now,
Tomorrow I will repeat,
And feed the beast within,
My sacrifice of flowing red rivers