First he runs his lips over my powdered flesh, lavander and cinnamon, lilies and honeysuckle. He sighs.
Then his mouth opens and rests upon the vein, his tongue follows the throbbing of my heart,
I feel his lashes move over my skin, his eyes close. He waits.The anticipation makes my heart race and he knows it so he lingers. Cool breeze runs through my hair making me shiver.
I feel his teeth pressing my skin, like butter it parts and heat comes out. He's forcing my blood inside him and my eye-lids drop.
I am all alone in the burning heat, my knees go weak but I don't mind. I know he won't let me fall.
His lips force my mouth to open. He cradles me in his arms and places me on the ground.
I take his head in my hand and push it to the side. My mouth opens and I stab his flesh with pearly teeth.
I wish I was more sentimental.
He is my vessel and I drink, his body shivers, his skin turns cold too fast for my liking, but he is young.
My fledgeling.
My head drops on the wet earth and my eyes blur. The green dome of the forest, a mixture of green and grey-blue calms me and grants him life. I touch his hair and he shifts.
He'll be all right.
