Burning Blood
When the cold steel slice
across the skin, and the
burning of the cut starts,
You can't help
but long for the blood to
flow so you can drink
it, and revel in the
ecstasy of it. Let me drink
thy filth,
and revel
in the eroticism
of thy dark ways
Copyright © Joelle Ferguson | Year Posted 2008
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