Literature
Blood Lust
Blood lust
The veins on her neck bulging...
Her beauty stark yet dispensable,
Through the narrow, dark alleyway i follow,
She hears not my foot steps, quick and nimble,
Like a tiger stalking his prey ready to pounce...
Her instincts make her glance nervously behind,
But she sees nothing...
One swift motion is all that is needed,
But a second for her guard to be dropped,
I follow patiently, silently, hungrily behind her in the shadows,
Her veins so delicate, pulsing, her scent strong, inviting,
My mouth begins to water, venom dripping down my fangs,
She quickens her pace as she passes some drunken men,
Their scent awful, which on