Blood Stains

My fingers dip into your skin,
I can taste your fervency,
I can taste your sweat.
Your penal crescent digs deep
Inside of me, plowing through the secular
Of my goddess poison, I drip a lunar red,
Blood on the moon! I howl as you touch
My heart from the entrails of my internal.

I lick your lips and bite your tongue,
Tangling your dripping buds between
My teeth, drawing more of the sweet crimson.
Hushed between my cheeks, beneath my gargle.
I move down to hither more, drinking from your sword.
Oh, I bite and suck and claw and squeeze until
All I can taste is the salt and the metallic creamery.

You groan and squeal and plea for mercy,
But I pull the plug on light and life
And down precipitates from heaven’s skies
The river Styx in waterfall, descent in rush,
The blood spills upon us, our body’s bare,
The bed of lovers stained by goop of the
Thickest type, O negative, AB positive,
A vampiric dream, a gothic fantasy.

I move my lips up and lick yours clean,
Kissing you in a deathly deviance.
You hold my face, my stained red lockes,
Your eyes possessed by the demon we both
Hold inside. I scream as you splinter me,
Impaling me through the root and to the core,
So long and divisible. I catch my breath and
Cease to breathe and I settle into a frenzied
Motion of a heart pumping, up and down,
In and out, as it is drained of all its contents,
Of every ounce, every trickle of blood,
Rained onto us in this trick of taboo,
This dark heart of sex and lore and poetry.
I press my breasts against your chest
As we make love in scarlet poison.