I lay cold and rusted
longing to be held
lonely and bare
I sit and stare
At this life
less of a human
wanting to enter
the Sweetness
I turn around and see her soft face,
a slight smile playing around her lips
but her eyes,
Terrify
shake my very steel
A flash of anger and pain
the frenzy begins once again
she glances at me doubtfully,
I nod encouragingly,
she clasps me with her hand
and plunges me hard into her thigh
Oh the rush and the high
the thrill of being inside
with the red passion flowing around me,
sweet, salt and rusty
I lick my lips as she pulls me out
red and burgundy
my face puffs up
I close my eyes to enter once more,
when I taste her blood,
I am at home.
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