As I Bed,
You, my Dear.
Nothing so Sweet,
That tastes as Good.
You, my Dear.
Nothing so Sweet,
That tastes as Good.
Biting to Taste,
Craving your Blood.
Salivating as I think,
Of what Becomes.
The rhythm of Two,
Beating as One.
Moving so Slow,
And yet so Fast.
Riding a stream of Pleasure ,
Only to merge with Another.