Love or Bloodlust.

I look deep into your eyes.
I force myself to focus on you,
instead of the blood coursing through your veins.
I try to harness my instinct,
with my love for you.
My fangs begin to ache,
Your scent makes me feel airy
and the scent of your blood,
so sweet,
so pure,
makes my mouth water.
I tilt my head back as you hold me,
My fangs begin to grow,
I close my eyes.
I lower my head,
my mouth hovers over your throat...
as i force myself to lay my head on your shoulder.