Thirst

The scent of sweet blood fills the air 
My Thirst is overpowering my train of thought 
His soft neck, pulsing, taunting me
My lips slowly part 
and I sink my teeth into the vain of my first love 
betrayal stains my face 
RED. 

Reviews

[Victoria Harlequin]

Hmm. Short, but I like it. :] I think so little words can explain the 'Thirst' just as well as many words could. Great write!