Anticipation
I smell my blood on his teeth
before he takes the bite
he is hesitant
I stroke his cheek
urging him on
He is a handsome devil
there is no cloak
his eyes are green
they glow like a cat
I brace myself
He gently strokes my neck.
I can feel my heartbeat quicken
I am ready
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly
waiting for my vampire to turn me
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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