Taste of Blood

The taste of blood,
So sweet and delicous.
I can't get enough,
Of it.

Freshly caught,
Fresh meat,
Blood so pure.

Dense and tasty,
I can't resist,
To drink it.

One dropp on my tongue,
And I'm stuck,
And I get more.

So sweet and great,
Blood is what,
I live on now...

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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