“Vampyric Lust” by Mary Beth Asaro


I lick your tongue
breathing in your wasted
air.

Then I tackle the lips
with a gentle touch
of a sharpened finger-
nail,
exposing your expensive
dreams.

I don't deny what I am
as I chew on your breast
and cradle your expectations.

I am simply a reflection
of your love
making you yearn
for a jaded taste
of life's elixir.