Christian Collins Poet Rhyme

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

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