My stomache twists and burns with fire,
My head throbs with a forbiden desire.
The sweet smell of flesh, the warm taste of blood…..
At first a slow trickle, then a gush, then a flood.
The salty sweetness tickles my tounge,
Zaps my mind with an exhilerating stun.
My heartbeat quickens and begins to race,
Lapping up the goodness without a trace.
The visions of a sea of red fills my eyes,
They widen as they wait for the final suprise.
A crimson trail dribbles down my chin,
As I take a step back with a debvious grin.
The mangled body drops to the floor,
Licking my lips I yearn for more.
More of that salty-sweet substance.
More of that forbiden desire,
To calm and settle that raging fire.
And so I search for that smooth red warmth,
To control that craving deep inside,
That is so forbiden, yet so hard to hide.