Blood Moon

by Jillian Graves

Because after almost a century of partying and living a responsibility-free life, I’m finally getting my shit together and I still fuck up. Because I can’t seem to stop fucking up with you. Because I only want to see your blood flowing free when it’s under my fangs and lapped up by my tongue.

“And I can tell you that all I think about while I’m here at work is how you are right across the street. Your perfect body is so close. Your hips, so generously full, just waiting for me to hold on, to pull you in close. I can feel the soft touch of your skin, always. It’s burned into my palms.”