Ruins of a good time

You lay one hand on my waist
The other under my shirt
We walk to the room
Where you immediately slam the door
As your lips press mine
You hands wonder
Lower...Lower.. Lower
Laying on this cold mat
you call a bed
You peirce my neck
with your sharp teeth
My neck continues to bleed
Slowly I put one hand
On your neck
The other across your back
We end the night with a kiss
Then begin the day with our skin
When we touch a warmth fills me
You peirce your nails with your nails
and finally began the labor of love
Screams fill the room
With both our voices
On top of me planning something
next you arise with a kiss to the wall
I shut my eyes
The claws finally come out
leaving marks which commend with blood
To bad its to fucking bad
I was having fun now its done
I am sorry
who ever said...
I would want you alive