My dark valetine

My bed is nothing but embers, on which I will lay with you. I will kiss you, and bite into your lips.

Your arms will be bound by salted, leather straps. When they cut into you, there will be blood, and the sweet pain of my binding love.

I wait to hear you cry, and moan, softly, painfully, in my ears, while I love you with hot vengence. Your tears will wash the blood from my lips.

A love bite on your breast. Cuts across your back. Scratches on your pretty, pretty, face. I will leave you, loved and dying.

A black rose for you, darling, to lay upon your bleeding heart? My dark Valentine for you, my dear.