Draculas bite
Smoother than wine, and neater than whisky
sometimes pertruding , sometimes pouring
either way, it falls the same.
Thick and oily, my windpipes roaring,
even the color, a deep rich, silky satin.
With even the slightest puncture, glides past flesh and bone, in elegant fashion.
Her fear could never reach comprehend, as I pull back her hair in my hand,
tasting with passion.
My beloved, a feast, that is a table set for only one, this ferocious beast.
This feeling has me something frisky, darling, you’re sweeter than wine,
And neater than whiskey.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina (2025)
Content and freelance creator
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Comments (1)
Gosh this made me blush! Red is my favourite colour and I love blood, so yeah, lol! This was a feast for the beast in me. Hahaha. Loved your poem!