Delirious Cravings

With pulsing blood,
and beating hearts,
my head is reeling,
and the heat is rising.

I'm a vampire my own right;
with the mind,
of a monster,
and the looks,
of a mortal.

My words
act as my fangs,
and your emotions,
so clearly exposed,
will be your death.

I'm drawn,
without doubt,
to lap at
the exquisite fear,
and the devastating anger.

The feeling of,
those
velvet thoughts
slipping through my
lips,
is killing me.

It's a delirious craving,
that I succumb to,
in the darkness of the nights.

I'm a vampire in my own right.