Bloody Sex

Your skin is my breath your face is my dream your body my death pretty it may seem Travel up and down the contours of you why do I frown as I always do when you reel me in devour me, ravish me cover me in sin then leave me be Why do I let it define my existence, my reason fucking is divine when it's with abandon when it's with you I die each time feel me turn blue is it a crime when you fuck the dead do you feel alive or do you feel dread when you dive into me, feeling the thrill of my dying pulse making my blood spill feeling me convulse Is this what you want is this what you see: my sweet cunt is all you can be.