Beyond the pleasure and the pain
within the moment and its domain
the little touch of exquisite wonder
the little piercing hunger
when lips meet willing flesh
blood is drawn ever slightly
gentle, soft and lightly
from skin, pale, ever whitely

a moan erupts from pleasant lips
crooning for more gentle sips
two lovers in sanguine dialogue
one the donor-gift, willingly giving up
her sanguine nectar from her cup
the other, hunger-ridden
dancing to her secret scarlet song

the night never stops
a little eternity

(c) 2015 allen simpson