Thirst

Hiding in the shadows,
burning with need.
Surveying the pulses,
for my potential feed.

I select my prey, she knows,
her heart pumps with fear.
I lust for her scent, and
she senses danger near.

Walking in the shadows,
her pace quickens.
She can't see me coming,
I strike, instantly her face sickens.

My eyes entranced her mind,
to make her blood mine.
She surrenders, losing her fight,
with permission, it's no longer a crime.

Embraced for the kiss of death,
the piercing bite feels hypnotic.
She moans with sexual desire,
our bodies intertwine, powerfully erotic.

The steady flow of her blood,
deliciously tangy and warm.
Her body falls limp,
my next victim, she cannot warn.