Bloodlust

I can hear you breathing, waiting anxiously, tied to my headboard I watch as you struggle, knots tied tightly with new cord I hunger for the taste of blood, fresh and warm that I will draw from a vein You wrestle helplessly as I subject you to my pain I cut your flesh gingerly, my dagger leaving its mark Your blood flows out, down your breast, its colour very dark I drag my finger through it and put it to my tongue How lucky for me that I found you, one that is so young I channel my energy, my power, my ego, my swelling pride How wonderful it would be to make you my demon bride