You tear the flesh from my bones,
The softness of my skin framing your teeth
My love pools on the floor,
White tiles stained red with devotion

My heart beats in your clenched fist,
Pleading a rhythm only you could recognise
You kiss me with your crimson-stained lips,
I know I must taste sweet for you

Blood trails along my neck
Another agonising bite

Wait, my love,
Aren't I making you ill?