Punctured Wounds

I lean my head back Inviting you To come on in And have a little bite Your eyes That were on my face Now fall to my throat You pull me in And hold my shoulders I can feel The cold From your hands Seeping through my shirt Your eyes As black as night Are still on my throat Your head comes To my throat I can feel a sting When your teeth Puncture my skin Everything seems So peaceful When you pull back I see your face Your eyes Are now A light blue That can pierce Through a heart So easily and quickly I walk and look Through a mirror And see Two small Puncture wounds