Bloodlust
I can hear you breathing, waiting anxiously,
tied to my headboard
I watch as you struggle, knots
tied tightly with new cord
I hunger for the taste of blood, fresh and
warm that I will draw from a vein
You wrestle helplessly as I
subject you to my pain
I cut your flesh gingerly, my
dagger leaving its mark
Your blood flows out, down your
breast, its colour very dark
I drag my finger through it
and put it to my tongue
How lucky for me that I found you,
one that is so young
I channel my energy, my power,
my ego, my swelling pride
How wonderful it would be to make
you my demon bride
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