Blood Lust

How does it feel
when you draw the blade slowly
and ever so gently down my neck?

When you work your tongue up
the line of blood so sweet
up to where our crimson lips meet

And when you look into my eyes
My void
Do you lust?
Fingertip by fingertip

You inch your way down
to claw at my thighs
making music of moans and soft sighs

Oh how does it feel
Aroused by the sounds of death
sucking away at my every last breath?