You lie back
wanting, waiting,
anxious for death,
windowed airs
that move
over pale skin,
sweat glistens
dripping down
your crucifixed neck,
breath shortening,
heart pumping
twin puncture wounds
still unhealed,
you always knew
I would return
to you,
for you.
Slowly I move up you,
a shadow
penetrating you,
rabid thrusts of lust,
my thirst
unsated as of yet,
hovering over you,
your eyes
hungry, wanton,
you remember - don’t you?
When I first tasted you,
feasted on each drop,
the sweetest blood,
How you asked me to?
You pressed against me,
a kiss, a soul fallen,
Then your body naked
collapses on the floor,
gasping, heart slowing,
But this is different tonight....
tonight....there will be
no savior
no pathetic god
to save you,
no one will keep me
away from you
not tonight,
when i take you utterly,
when you
beg for it,
wanting it,
needing it,
when i drain you
to the last taste
of your sweetest blood,
when I make you mine,
when I remold you
completely
in my blackest image.
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