BLOOD LUST, by AJ Proctor



Temperature drops as night falls.

Moonlight casts a shadow of cloud dancers on an onyx sky.

Adrenalin courses through my veins; my senses are raw and volatile.

Aware of my own transmogrification; my labored breathing intensifies.

Body convulses with pain and pleasure.

Skin turns to leather with matted hair thick as wool.

Blood drips. I salivate in ravenous hunger for flesh.

Pounding in my ears increases to a feverish pitch… triggering a soul wrenching guttural howl of ecstasy.

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