Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Blood Lust

...As your struggle fills me with virgin passion...

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.
You.
Exploding,
red in my mouth.
All sweet.
And liquid.

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

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