Amaranthine Fetish

Stain me with your love
Let it pierce this flesh
As I bleed for you
Show me the scars
That I may infect them
Let me grab your flesh
I shall use claw and tooth
Drawing your love forth
This tongue shall lap
Seeking your fluids
Where there is a wound
It shall probe relentlessly
Adding salt to suffering
Allowing you to pain
You will feel the hot wax
The burn of my touch
My words inflame your mind
As they fall from my flickering tongue
They shall sear your breast
Pinpoints of pleasure
Increased by the exposed flesh
Rent by my talons
Feel the rope burn of my grip
As I bind you to my being
But you shall not be beholden alone
For I will take the bitter salt of your tears
Feel the bite of your smile
As it reaches my shadows
Tears at my chest
Your graceful lope
As you circle your prey
Will mesmerise me
Lull me
As you attack
I will with open arms
Accept the deathblow
As we both gnaw at neck
In an orgasm of death
‘Til we both cease
Grooming each other
I will gently lap
Easing your pain
Tasting the spoils
Of our amaranthine fetish

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