Your blood is like ink to me,
I watch it drip onto the worn pages.
It swirls into beautiful images
It is a story only I can see.
You are my muse
And I am the creative writer.
As you writhe and collapse, you inspire me.
Please baby, just give me a little more.
Your once immaculate blonde hair
Is now stained crimson.
I have never seen you look more angelic.
I am in awe of your beauty.
I lean in close to you
So I can hear the moans.
I carve a little deeper to force a scream from your lips.
Sounds like music for my heart to dance.
Oh my muse, I need more words….
This has just begun…..
Scream for me love.
Bleed for me just a little more.