Bitten

Eyes are set upon a fair maidens skin, Slowly Undressed From head to toe, My mind wonders from such fleshy pleasure, My eyes set their visions upon your love, I shall tattoo upon your love, the very name of love called Crimson. I fall upon my knees, I look into the mirror of your eyes, My hands crawl upon the flesh I plan to take, They slowly speak for themselves, Our bodies come in contact, one euphoric heat, My hands take your hips, Our lips finally meet. My lust for your Somethings are endlessly bound, My lips fall from the divinity of yours, Slowly making their way to wear Crimson runs, Crimson lips feel the feast about to come, Teeth are bared yet, lust remains, One simple incision, my hunger pangs. Blood flows into a Crimson mouth, Her body Writhes, with a pleasure orgasmic, Her blood runs hot, and into me, My love once was, yet it's nowhere to see, Forever drained, yet redder than Crimson could ever be, Seduced to death, she ramians a part of me.