Red

A pinprick,

In the light.

Sliding,

Along silky,

Smooth,

Skin.

Oh, the red,

How it must taste,

Sweet,

Salty,

Warm.

Like Copper,

On the tip,

Of my tongue.

How I yearn,

To taste,

Breathe it in.

Blood.

My life,

Lost without it.

Whether I ask,

Or take,

Well we'll just have to see.