Fingers splayed across the silk
Texture in the palm
Fire hot against the skin
And lips against the heart
Teeth are sharp against soft skin
The bite tears thought from mind
And the blood is sweet as time.
The tongue is a rasping contrast
With the satin of the skin
The teeth withdraw, and blood flows free
Forwards, from the heart.
Fresh new teeth upon new skin
And biting through the mind
Fresh new blood, sugar sweet
Spilling across the tongue.
And sweet caresses fill the mind
To ache the pouring heart
As cuts themselves melt away
Silk thats rubbed red raw.
And heightened senses fill the soul
With a calling from the heat
Live as flames across soft silk
As a bite right through the mind.
