Feasting
The sweet taste of saliva and flesh melt on my tounge my kanines peirce the tender flesh of the willing victom blood pooled in to my mouth.
The sweet life nector gave me energy.
I felt alive once more.
The red endless ribbon flowed, it passed through my teeth and along my tounge it cooled the back of my throat.
The cold shrills that shot through-out my body settled. A warm almost floating feeling filled its place it made me yearn for more.
After I had my fill it was too late.
The body was grey and shrivled its once color ful life was gone.
