The hand that needs her cradle by dark matter

 
that night I saw her
I knew I needed her
she look at me
and she touch the spot
of my madness.
Caress her, needing her
she grab my hand to caress
her breast. We kissed slowly
and hard the heated moment
the sweating for each other
love you need to drink from me
drink from my soiled breast
she took her shape finger and slice
across under her nipple
drinking her unholy bleeding
nibble on her
I drink from her more
she love it
the soiled dove
the countess of madame
caress my in between
my garden needs your care
I drink her blood
from her breast
so delicious and pure
she watches and enjoy it
why kissing me

drink my boy
lick me slowly
I have you now
drink from me more
I notice I pass out
awaken with her beside
me
with her hands with mine between
her garden
noticing we both are dead

my hand
her cradle
our love
our demise

ravenskraft