Carnivore

I wish to see a sharp edged knife penetrate
soft tissues around your shoulder, dear lady.

I need to observe the slide of red droplets
over your fair skin. Just a little cut, sweetie!

My fangs yearn for a taste of that sweetness.
Can't wait to hear your moans, darling!

You will be tossing your head sideways;
twisting, turning under my jaws and

wailing loudly. I shall relish the pain in your eyes.
My kisses will burn your wounds, my palms

will caress the savage artwork.