I VANT to suck your toes! Rosy, posey toes, dangling over the foot of your Victorian canopy bed. Purple press-on nails, sucker’s delight. Your left index toe is sublime. I want to gather it in my mouth like a mother bird holding food for her babies. Chirp Chirp Chirp. Oh how I love the taste of feet.
You’re wearing the bodice your husband gave you on the day Princess Diana died. I want to rip it off and set it aflame. I VANT to scare you, but only a little. Really I just VANT your toes in my mouth. I can fit 3, maybe 4, if you push my cold vampiric mouth to the brink. Push me, push me, Pretty. I VANT to make those perfect toes glisten.
I VANT to swirl my swift tongue over your cuticles. I VANT to taste nail polish, let it crack and crumble in my greedy mouth. I VANT to bite through the tumor on your right middle toe, spit it out, and deep throat those toes until the sun rises and I retreat to the Shadows once more.
Darkness lifting reminds me of everything I am not. I will never be a daywalker, soaking in Vitamin D, tanning my flesh. I must suck toes in the dead of night. I must turn my midnight tricks, comforting lonely night toes with my nurturing mouth. I don’t VANT your blood, I just VANT your toes. Rosey, posey toes.
Big toes, small toes, man toes, so it goes.
I drape myself in my own dark desire, my mouth foams at the site of demure toes squeezed into restrictive heels. Oh how they swell, nice and plump, ready to be suckled. I VANT to rub my gums against the edge of your sharp, glossy toenails. I will toe-suck my way to ecstasy, transcending time and space with my mouth engulfing your foot-fingers. Give thee your toes, or I will sever them and place them in a tin jar, sealed tight until sundown, at which time I will inhale those lovely disembodied digits and suck them to the bone. I VANT, I VANT, I VANT to suck your toes, live or dead. Oh how I salivate. Your tantalizing toes will submit to me before the Dawn.