Onto My Hands
Thu, 6 Sep 2007 at 04:44pm
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So dark and lovely
the liquid sliding across your skin...
More.
Always more.
This sensation...
Engulfing, overpowering, consuming...
This feeling...
Hunger.
The sweetness that runs through your veins...
It is unimaginable.
This need...
Yearning, touching, tasting...
This obsession...
Ripping, tearing, slicing...
My reason falls away.
All I can see is that crimson stream...
All I hear is your heartbeat...
Beating, pulsing with such beautiful vibrance...
And all I can think about is watching
it slow until it finally stops as
your life spills onto the floor,
onto my hands...
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