Blood

Once more the ritual
Once more our secret
I'm waiting for you

Your red lips on mine
Your tongue on my skin
Drink from me my dear

Blood drips off my hands
Blood makes us alive
Blood is our poison
on blood we thrive

Sinking into ecstacy
Sink your teeth in
into my wrists

Our little secret
Our pleasure and pain
Is what binds us

Blood drips off my hands
Blood makes us alive
Blood is our poison
on blood we thrive

Gotta keep bleeding
drink we must
Never stop bleeding
in blood we trust


I was already half-way asleep when I suddenly had a wicked idea about vampiric fetishes.

I usually like to pretend I didn't really write this.


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