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.blood.

5 Jul


I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

-Sonnet XI, Pablo Neruda

So…every time I am amongst friends and we have a few drinks the inevitable happens and we begin talking about sex, our turn-ons, turn-offs, etc. While we all may be into different things — one topic where I always seem to be left alone is on the topic of blood. Nothing to me is sexier than to be so raw with animalistic passion, to want to devour every single savory inch of your lover, including the essence of what keeps them alive…the blood flowing through their veins. Fingernails digging in/scratching the skin, a bite that may be a little too hard resulting in the trickling* of the blood that is now on my lips, my tongue, then swallowed straight inside to the core of me… very erotic…

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