Blood

Blood. The object of power,
this liquid holds so much in it...
As it rushes through her veins hour after hour
I find myself more attracted to her by the minute

Blood. The taste of iron has never been so good,
Until I got it from her neck.
It can even cause an intense change in my mood
And if to much, can make me a wreck...

Blood. The object of desire,
all my senses enjoy it...
and she knows it turns the flames higher
and I am subject before it

Blood. How I enjoy a lack of coagulation,
to see it run down human flesh.
I hurry to death; no need for procrastination!
If only to be covered in blood so fresh.