Swaddle my sentience with your swears.

Hissed out in smoke and sadism.

Stabbing my soft spots,

Summoning, seducing screams

To crawl out my throat,

Up a ladder of choked sobs 

And whimpers.

___

Rung after rung of victimized despair,

Your hand, winds itself, beneath

My veil and into my hair.

Forcing me to my knees.

Your sex in my face.

“Open that hole,” you command.

___

Your sticky sex oozes apart 

Like a wound,

Bleeding, the possibility of life,

Dying in stains against 

Your flesh.

Folds slick.

Sapphic saliva

Of vulvar vulnerability

Offering, “Feed.”

___

And I, humble, starving, vampire,

Flesh cold with neglect.

Insides riddled into debris, 

From emotional landmine explosions.

Debris of my denied, demanding desire,

Diminished into defeated silence.

___

I open, broken fang, and trembling lips

To suck the sanguine salt from your slit.

With each suck I praise it.

Praise you,

Praise you,

Praise you,

As you serve me,

Sweet Master,

My Doctor Donor ---

--- once a month, you’re my banquet.