Blood

I tear my skin apart.
Any sharp object will do,
but only if it was you,
it would make me the happiest.

Feeling the flesh being reaped
the blood running down my skin
dripping to the floor
If only it was your blood
I would lick it
I would savour it
I would drink it.

I want to kiss your neck,
Nibble it,
bite it,
suck on the wounds
I would make.
Oh, how that would make me happy

I want you
I want your body on mine
I want your nails on my back,
I want your teeth on my skin,
I want your blood on my lips,
I want your blood on my skin.