The Shy Vampire

Delirious warmth of the blood on my chest
Thick pink veil on my eyes
Warm salty taste of human blood
Pleasure that sets my soul at rest

Elastic stretch toward the pain
Heartlong rush and sink of teeth
heartsweet meal of human life
Bursting fireworks in my brain

Other pleasures are not mine
No vaunted sex can give this thrill
No food can fill my self like this
Salty blood my only wine

I have a problem, though, I'm shy
The blood I drink is mine