The Thirst

I remember… I remember the first time I ever tasted human blood. Its sweet nectar made my body shiver with ecstatic emotions, the hairs on my arms and neck pricked to attention as its crimson taste melted within me. My eyes slowly began to blur and role silently backwards trying to witness the features of this unseen pleasure so as to remember them in times of sadness. The rush of another’s essence being absorbed into my own, their life force joining with mine in a burning fury deep, deep down. Its texture like honey and yet fierce as it slid down my throat, my whole body violently shook inside as my organs rejoiced the thirst quenching elixir. I remember thinking to myself in the one brief second that reality came back to me, I want this feeling to last forever! Wondering if ever I would feel this excitement again, if ever I would writhe in such pleasures to such a level…. A level that could not be explained by mere words… only blood.