Feed Me

A lil drippity drop of the divinity of your red
To the tongue, a joy
To the soul, a treat
A tiny slice from here to there
Releasing from within the object of my desire
There is no glamour in this room tonight
Nothing of the mythical vampiric or elegant
Only two people who share an understanding
Of lust
And need
And of torment
One who offers and one who takes
Paying with fleshly currency
That only the most grateful would offer
And none but the most deserving would feel worthy to accept

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