Come my dear, do not fear.
I take your hand…breath in.
It seems so new, but will soon be second nature for both thee and I.
Pick up the tool and use it wisely…
Cut it slowly, cut it deep.
Lips to hot, pulsating skin…
Adultry at it’s finest.
Sound of life escaping and entering
as your breath begins to calm.
I raise my head to look at you…
your eyes are dark, and deep with pleasure.
I go on with my task…
I drink the blood, the life of you.
I kiss my bloody lips to your body…
I take in more while your heart beats.
You tell me, “Enough.” I know my deed is done
Your life is now in mine…
Leave my dear, yes you should fear.
I release your hand…exhale.
–Wednesday 13