Blood Play

The only light was dim,
a single candle.
Stillness,
rageful,
seductive,
erotic rhythms play.
The blade dances teasingly,
temptingly across the skin.
Lips licked,
and a line ov crimson
comes across the skin.
The occasional prize
ov the large rubies ov red.
Licking the liquid electricity,
hungrily,
passionately sucking the wound,
draining it.
Another cut upon the skin,
another sweet,
metallic treat.
The need,
the drug is blood.