The hissing, the breathing,
laying on the cold damp floor,
wet tongue dancing over my skin,
lapping at the crimson beads.

My eyelids heavy, your face a secret,
as I long to see you once again,
nothing but darkness, shadows,
as the ritual begins.

Now arteries of color,
a swelling crimson tide,
as your strong fingers split me open,
and you devour me back to life.

Now, the awakening,
as I slowly open my eyes,
to see my bloody saviour,
as you wave away the swarm of flies.

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