You sink your teeth into their neck,
And it's consensual, and it's negotiated,
And they still flinch when you bite down,
When you drink, when you drain them for all they're worth.
They lie collapsed on the floor,
All trusting eyes and that fucking smile,
And you sit down on the floor with them,
As they reach up and touch your mouth.
“Are you okay?” they ask,
“What do you need?”
And you feel sick, you might spit up all this blood.
But they lie there,
Shivering on the ground,
So you swallow.
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Written 8 April 2024.