• Observing Secretions

    I can only imagine how you taste,
    under sex stained white shirts,
    and black jeans, 
    binding the stomping ground,
    between your legs.

    Your perfect face,
    and unbroken chin,
    slender build;
    an unbalanced smile.

    Detailed hands,
    thick with veins,
    which carry the blood,
    rich for a craving vampire.