You take my wrist,
You look at it for a while,
I clench my fist,
I know your style
We make eye contact,
We keep this for several moments,
You move my wrist to your blood red lips,
You place your lips on my skin so tenderly.
Your teeth sink in,
I feel no pain,
Now your drinking,
Leaving no blood in my vein.
Blood now dripping from my wrist,
Now i can unclench my fist,
You sit there in a deep study,
Not feeling anything,
N i'm feeling everything. |