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Blood Lust

By A. J. Huffman

Blood Lust

The nails,
swelling from your opened palms,
hold you against me.
As your struggle
fills me
with virgin passion.

Terror paints your face.
Sickly pure.
And white.
In the light of beautiful death.

And here,
in this dark,
I posses you.
Burning my name in your flesh.
Everywhere I touch.
Fingers flaming
to give the pain I seek.

My lips part.
To feel their way
over your body.
Digging a path.
To your heart.

The pressure breaks.
red in my mouth.
All sweet.
And liquid.

And fleeting.
As your body
With its new found cold.

Article © A. J. Huffman. All rights reserved.
Published on 2011-07-11
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