Allure

She bends her neck to me,
the skin pale and firm. Her pulse
beats gently, quickly in her veins.
I breathe deeply and inhale her sweet scent, my
eyes closed and lips parted in vampiric
anticipation of her taste as I brush gently
against her throat.
I detach myself from her aura, like waking
from a dream, and I hold her perfume in my lungs
like it was my
last
dying
breath.

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